She wasn't sure how she had gotten herself in this situation.
She was drunk as fuck... and she was still drinking in a room full of men. One of whom was her very best friend. She trusted him -- his name was Tom. But she didn't know what the other guys were thinking.
After a night on the town, they were all cramped in Tom's bedroom. There was only one chair and, Bennett, this 6'3 muscular white guy... with a perfect smile and witty charm.... was sitting in it to her left. She was at the foot of the bed. Her other new acquaintance, Jack, laid on the bed next to her on the right.
Jack was black with a caramel complexion and light colored eyes. He stood about 5'11 and you could tell he worked out but wasn't obsessed about it. He had been hitting on her all night, and she had been allowing it... mostly because she thought he was cute. Tom had tried to warn her a couple of times -- mentioning that Jack had a wife and a baby on the way -- but Jack had made it very clear he was in an open marriage and well... she wasn't looking for anything serious anyway...
The room had gotten quiet and there was a tension in the atmosphere that had started to build.
"So how did you two meet?" She asked Bennett and Jack -- trying to start conversation.
Bennett began to laugh while Jack shifted in his seat.
"Grindr" Bennett smiled.
Tom cracked a joke, "We love an honest answer."
He had already changed into sleep clothes -- a white tank and grey shorts -- and his muscles looked incredible. He was probably the shortest guy in the room at 5'8 but he was the most handsome... model type.
Even though they were just "platonic", her drunk ass felt like cuddling so she crawled across the bed towards him. She turned on her side and pressed her ass against him while laying her head on his shoulder. Instinctively, he wrapped his arm around her and, she snuggled against his body. She smelled so good, and he knew she had no idea how much she was turning him on. They were just friends... but they weren't blind. Her round ass in her catsuit looked phenomenal pressed up against his crotch and the deep cleavage he could now just glance down at (rather than pretend to look in her eyes) immediately started making him hard. He grabbed the blanket and bunched it up in between the two of them so she wouldn't feel it. He didn't wanna make it weird.
But Bennett saw it tenting through those shorts and being that he was the newest addition to the group, he didn't know much about the dynamic. He didn't realize the hot couple in the bed cuddling were just platonic friends. From his point of view, she had just rubbed her fine ass against that guy's dick and he grabbed a blanket to cover them up in response... Bennett's cock stirred. He figured it was just gonna be a matter of time before this night took a turn and he was ready for whatever.
"Oh so you're all bi?" She asked, again trying to encourage conversation. She could feel the tension in the room building and she swore she just saw Bennett's cock move in his sweatpants.
Both Bennett and Jack responded yes. But Tom corrected her, "We're all bi -- everyone in this room."
She blushed. That's part of what made her and Tom so close -- their friendship had endured throughout their entire young adulthood which is when they realized their sexuality. Simply put, they liked both men and women. But when they were with partners of the same sex, they were more dominant... some might call them "tops". And though neither of them were ashamed about it.... she didn't normally talk about it with new acquaintances.
Jack spoke next. "Oh you're bi? What kind of women do you like?"
Drunkenly she answered, "Pretty women with big titties. I like to just put my face in them."
The room laughed.
Despite his beautiful model wife waiting for him at home, Jack had gotten a little jealous watching her cuddle with Tom. Jack had been making moves on her all night, and even though he could see in her eyes she was feeling him too... she had been holding back. That just made him want her more with her little feminine tattoos and full perky cleavage...
"Did her and Tom have a thing?" Jack began to wonder. She seemed to have so much more to say when Tom wasn't in earshot now that he thought about. But Jack didn't feel dissuaded as he witnessed Tom taking full advantage of their positioning and shamelessly staring into her cleavage. "If they do have a thing, that would just make this all easier," he thought to himself.
Jack sat up in the bed and reached for the bottle of tequila they'd pregamed with before they'd gone out,
"Let's play a game." he announced "Since we're all feeling a bit more open, let's keep it simple. We'll pass this bottle around the four of us. When you have the bottle, you're in the hot seat and we have 45 seconds to ask you as many inappropriate questions as we can. By inappropriate, I mean explicit, vulgar and revealing. If you don't want to answer, drink from the bottle and pass it on. Your turn ends."
The room was in agreement and everyone moved to Tom's Cali King bed and sat in a circle. Jack felt Bennett's hand on his shoulder taking off his jacket. "He's such a freak," Jack thought to himself. "He knows exactly what I'm doing."
The game began with Jack answering the first question.
Bennett looked at him knowingly, "how many times have you started getting hard tonight?"
The room laughed.
Jack answered "3"
"Completely hard?" She asked the follow up question.
Jack blushed "No not completely"
Bennett asked "Is now one of those times?"
