I finished my drink and walked back into the kitchen for another. Being pre-occupied like they were, neither the two girls on the floor, nor my partners in crime, would miss me. A couple ice-cubes, a few shots of whiskey and some vermouth is all I needed, and upon making a couple, I return to the show. The girls still haven't moved from the writhing 69 that they've been locked into for the last 15 minutes. I take my seat again and look to the faces of the two guys, Jack and Sam, some of my closest mates. It's odd how this night started like every other night, and yet here I sit naked in a chair while some of my friends engage in carnal acts.
The two girls are the ones to blame I suspect. Tara is of the girl next door variety. Not plain, just not striking, but her curvaceous body and infectious personality are more than just a little magnetic. Christy on the other hand was a blonde bomber. She was almost 6 feet tall and mostly legs. It was her that suggested we all get together, provided her house, and started the games.
As the girls moans get louder, it's impossible for the guys to hide their erections, but at this point it seems mute. Finally, a crescendo erupts and Tara's legs start shacking as Christy finishes her off. Smiling a big mischievous grin, Christy looks up, "I win!"
"I... I... don't know... I ... ", Tara pants, trying to catch her breath. We all cheer as the girls sit up and with one last kiss return to sitting in a circle.
"Well, Christy, it looks like you won that dare... which means it's your choice to pick opponents." Sam says.
"Yes, I did... but, since she's the one that came, I kinda feel like I lost!"