Best of Friends 2 - Spin The Bottle

Noah sat nervously in a circle of peers, hands clenched as a bottle spun in the middle of the dorm room. The bottle slowly stopped, landing on a girl named Mel. Noah let out a deep breath. If that bottle had moved a few more inches, it would have been Rachel.

“Fuck…” Jack said, looking at Rachel with hungry eyes.

“Don’t look so sad Jack, you still get make out with me,” Mel said, leaning forward into the center of the circle.

"Yeah yeah..." Jack stared at her a moment before glancing back over at Rachel. Then he leaned toward Mel, beer in hand, and promptly stuck his tongue down her throat. His eyes never left Rachel as his hand wrapped around Mel’s neck. Mel hungrily kissed Jack back, nearly headbutting him in the process.

But why wouldn’t she? After all, this was Jack. He was one of the hottest, wealthiest students at Godfrey. His only rivals also happened to be his best friends.

Ethan, Luke, and Mike.

All of whom now sat in the spin-the-bottle circle with Noah and Rachel. Noah often remarked that when the four were together, they looked like a boy band. Rachel found it just as funny as he did.

Jack was the traditionally handsome rich whiteboy, and he was a master at flaunting his wealth in humble ways. He was chiseled, lean, and dark-featured. Of all his friends, Jack was certainly the brightest. Even now, as he aggressively made out with Mel, Noah could tell the wheels were turning in his mind. It was a stark contrast to Mike, who sat next to Jack with a goofy grin slung across his face.

"Fuck Jack, how long are you going to take?" Mike's words were slurred, Noah was honestly surprised he was even coherent after the amount of shots he'd pounded back.

If Jack was the suave intelligent group leader, Mike was the simple-minded sidekick. Though Mike made up for it with his bulking muscles, faded haircut, and revealing clothing. Without a doubt, Mike was the most physically attractive of the four.

Jack pulled away from Mel, who leaned back in a stupor and giggled with her friend. "Am I detecting jealousy?" He asked.

Mike snorted. "The fuck would I be jealous for? Mel!" Mike leaned over to the overly-tanned brunette. Mel, who was equally tipsy, squinted at him.

"What?!"

"Fuckin… make out with me," Mike said. Strangely, his complete lack of candor worked well for him. Without hesitation, Mel shrugged and immediately locked lips with Mike. It took only a few seconds before his hands trailed up Mel's shirt and began fondling her C-Cup breasts. It seemed Mike made it a point to act purely on instinct, and strangely, Noah admired him for it.

"You're fucking disgusting Mike," Ethan, the group's all-star college athlete, said. Mike pulled himself away from Mel, a string of saliva trailing off their lips and falling into the circle's center.

"What?! Jack was just doin' it!" Mike shouted.

"At least have some tact. Fuck man, Rachel are you seeing this guy?!" Ethan asked. He leaned closer to her as his eyes drifted up and down her body.

Noah had seen it before. Any chance Ethan had to speak to Rachel, he would. Noah had found them alone on more than one occasion. While Noah could see it, Rachel seemed oblivious to what Ethan was trying to do. Even now, she simply let out a warm laugh while enjoying the moment.

"Oh I'm seeing, Mike… you are very very gross," Rachel said. Ethan leaned over and nudged her shoulder.

"We seriously can't take this guy anywhere," Ethan wrapped his arm around her, squeezing her tightly. He held her for a moment too long before letting Rachel go.

"Oh, he's not that bad," Rachel countered.

"He is, in fact, that bad," Jack said.

Luke, the quietest of the four let out a soft laugh. "You're one to talk Jack."

Ethan looked at him with surprise. "The hell you talking about man?"

Luke smirked. "I can't take you three anywhere."

"Shut the fuck up, you barely come out as it is," Jack said.

"Now you see why," Luke replied blandly. He looked at Noah and gave him a knowing smile.

Noah always wondered how Luke had found his way into Jack’s crew. Sure, he was handsome, in fact often it seemed like Luke got the most attention when the four were in a room. But his moody demeanor, tattooed arms, and painted nails made him an odd fit.

"Luke, I think you need to get your friends in line. They are getting rowdy," Rachel said as she swooped underneath Ethan's attempt at another side hug and scooted closer to Noah.

"You're asking the impossible," Luke replied, taking a swig of his beer before leaning his head against the wall.

"Very funny Luke. So are you getting in on this next round or what?" Ethan asked. Luke shook his head.

"After seeing you and Mike kiss twice, I think I'm good. I'm surprised you have the willpower to keep going" Luke said.

"Don't listen to that guy, we have to keep playing," Jack insisted. "One more round, at least one more."

"Agreed. Mel, Kate, you two doin' this or…." Mike said. The pair of rosey-cheeked girls looked at each other before collectively giggling.

"Sure…" Mel said.

While it was masked in an innocent game, Noah could see what was happening. The group had already spun the bottle six times, but the bottle hadn't landed on Rachel. It was clear the game wasn't going to stop until it did.

As Noah fixated on the green bottle in the center of the room, He felt Rachel squeeze his arm tightly.

“This is so exciting! I'm so happy I’m getting a chance to do this,” Rachel whispered into Noah’s ear. Noah could smell the **** on her breath, but her smile was innocent and genuine. She was having the time of her life.

"I'm so glad babe," Noah replied.

"Are you having a good time?" She asked. Noah smiled gently. It took everything inside him not to bolt out of that room with Rachel in hand.

"I am having a good time," Noah said softly. Rachel smiled and bit her lip.

"Good! I'm so we're stepping out of our comfort zone!' Rachel said.

"You two should be proud," Jack said. Noah and Rachel looked over and saw his hand resting on the bottle. "You two ready to play?"

Rachel looked up at Noah. As always, her eyes and her love gave him peace.

"Yeah," He said. "We're ready."

“Ok, round seven. My turn at the wheel!” Jack said.

“Fuck that! You just went loverboy,” Ethan shot back, nudging the bottle out of his hands while looking at Rachel. “Everyone’s still clear on the rules, right? Whatever the bottle spinner says goes, if I say kiss we kiss…” He paused a moment and looked at Rachel, “And if I say you have to take your shirt off…”

“No, come on,” Noah spoke before he thought, which made the group hollar in laughter.

“Someone's making Noah jealous! Afraid it’ll land on Rachel and we’ll get an eyeful of those tits huh?” Jack said. The group continued to laugh, save for Noah and Luke. Noah glanced at Rachel, surprised to find her blushing and laughing quietly with them.

“You can’t fucking **** people to do shit like that, it’s fucked up…” Luke said plainly, giving Noah a nod.

“I never fucking said she’d be **** to do anything! If it lands on her, she can either do what I say or she can take a shot.” Ethan replied. Luke gave him a smirk as he bit one of his nails.

"What if she wants to do neither?" Luke countered. Mike let out a groan.

"Bro shut the FUCK up dude, fucking philosophizing or some… some shit…" Mike grabbed a handle of vodka, but Jack promptly stayed his hand.

"Let's slow it down, Mike."

Ethan rolled his eyes. "Bro, chill. Obviously, it's just a game. No one's going to do anything they don't want to do, right Rachel?"

Rachel adjusted into a cross-legged position as she bounced excitedly.

"Of course! And I know you guys would never bully me into anything, right?" She said. All three immediately erupted in a chorus together.

"No, never!"

"Bro what?! NO!"

"W-what the fuck is happening?"

“All the same," Luke interjected, "Don't forget there are four guys in this circle. Better not ask for anything too crazy, or you might end up butt fucking your bro.” Luke’s words were cool and collected, the joke landed perfectly. Everyone, including Noah, began to laugh.

Luke was right, the odds weren’t in their favor. Seven sat in the circle. Four guys and three girls. Noah’s objective was simple, get Rachel out of the game before the bottle landed on her. It would be easier said than done, but if he could just…

"So…. are you in?" Ethan asked Rachel.

“I’ll do it!” Rachel shot out, causing all eyes to turn on her.

“Do… what?” Ethan asked. Rachel smirked, dimples appearing on her rosy cheeks as she raised a wobbling finger.

“If it lands on me, I’ll fucking take my shirt off. But you gotta promise that no matter who it lands on, you’re taking your pants off.” Rachel’s words were slurred, Noah placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, Rachel, maybe we should…" Noah was cut short by the sound of a bottle spinning.

“It's a fucking deal!” Ethan said. The circle went silent. Music bled through the bedroom door from the living room. It pulsed through Noah’s body as he watched the bottle begin to slow.

It couldn’t land on her, the odds weren’t in their favor… it couldn’t.

The bottle slowed, then stopped right in front of Rachel. Jack, Ethan, and Mike looked at Rachel with pleading disbelief.

“Jesus fuck bro…” Mike said, and while it might not have been the most graceful way of expressing the shock of the group, he was right.

Jesus fuck.

“Rachel?” Noah said weakly. She looked at him, then back at the group. Her bright smile never left her blushing face. Noah couldn’t help but smile back. She was simply having fun. Drunk, innocent fun, and seeing her happy like this made him happy too. He had to let her live, they both had to live.

“So like, are you gonna do it?” Ethan asked. Rachel shrugged her shoulders.

“I don’t know, you gonna pull your pants down?” She replied, Mel and Kate snickered as they glanced at Ethan. He smirked and stood up slowly.

“Shit, if you wanted to see my dick, you could just say so.” Ethan slid off his grey joggers and let them drop to the floor. Noah’s went wide, Ethan wasn't wearing any underwear. His dick was on full display. Even flaccid, Ethan’s cock was larger than anything Noah had ever seen. He immediately turned his eyes, blushing as he heard the other guys begin to laugh.

“Jesus… a little more warning next time,” Luke said blandly.

“Ethan you're such… a fucking dumbass…” Mike shouted between laughs. Noah felt his heart racing, he looked over to Rachel out of instinct, his heart freezing in place when he saw her staring straight at Ethan's cock.

Her mouth hung open as her eyes went wide. She shook her head in disbelief before covering her mouth. Then, she looked at Noah with the widest smile he'd ever seen.

"I can't believe he fucking did it!" She shouted. Rachel turned back to Ethan and bit her lip. Noah heard Ethan laugh.

“You fucking like that, huh?” He asked.

“Holy shit, Ethan! Are you fucking getting hard?!” Mel shouted, screaming before erupting into high-pitched laughter with Kate.

“Come on man, we don’t want to be part of your fucking performance kink,” Luke said.

“She fucking wanted me to take my pants down!” Ethan replied.

“Congratulations, now put your pants back on,” Luke said.

“No, not until she holds up her end of the fucking bargain.” Ethan pointed at Rachel, who still stared at his growing cock with wide eyes.

"It gets bigger than that?!" She said, laughing as she looked at Jack with disbelief.

"Oh, it gets bigger." Ethan placed his hands on his hips and thrust forward proudly. The group recoiled in response.

"We don't need to see HOW big my dude!" Jack said through tears of laughter.

Rachel was shocked, Noah could see it on her face. Nothing in Herferd could have prepared her for guys like these. They were attractive, rich, confident, and most importantly, experienced.

“We’re waiting,” Mike said, “Don’t be a pussy, Rachel.”

"Oh my god, rude!" Rachel shot back. Luke nodded in agreement.

"Fuckin… sorry… uh... don't bitch out?" Mike said. Luke shook his had.

"Mike, just stop while you're ahead."

Noah didn’t dare look in Ethan’s direction, it was embarrassing enough knowing that Rachel was still staring at the largest cock she had probably ever seen, but having to sit next to her while it was happening was the pinnacle of shame.

A familiar feeling of powerlessness found him. Within it, a certain level of peace. Whether Noah liked it or not, he didn't hate what was happening. He wanted to run from it, he wanted it to be over, and yet it was right where he wanted to be.

“Fine, a deal's a deal, right?” Rachel slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders and slowly pulled it down, revealing her perfectly shaped breasts in a black laced bra. The three looked at each other, then back at Rachel. Triumph spilled over their faces.

“Damn Rachel, you’ve got the best fucking rack I’ve seen,” Mike muttered. Noah grimaced at the comment, glancing at the three to see how much they were ogling his girlfriend.

They were getting a piece of her at that moment. It was just like Allison. Noah felt himself getting hard, heat and anguish flashed through his body as his dick throbbed.

“You need to go topless though!” Ethan said. His massive cock throbbing in excitement. Rachel laughed as she bashfully covered her chest with her arms.

“That wasn’t the deal! You just said I had to take my shirt off.”

“What the fuck? Are you serious? My dick is fucking out!” Ethan pointed at his cock, which made Rachel laugh even more.

“No one said you needed to show your dick Ethan! That’s on you. Who doesn't wear underwear?!” Rachel looked over at the other girls, who happily laughed with her. It was clear they were all thoroughly entertained. In fact, everyone in the room seemed entertained, even Luke.

Noah wasn't sure how to feel, the warmth and excitement of the group was fun. But the overwhelming tightness in his chest **** him down, the slowly growing bulge in his pants made him shake his head with shame.

Jack placed his hand on the bottle and looked at Rachel.

“Whoever the bottle lands on next has to go topless. Completely topless,” He said. Rachel leaned forward, her cleavage popping out of her bra. Noah felt his heart racing, things had already gone way farther than he was comfortable with. He reached out and placed a hand on Rachel’s shoulder.

“Rachel, maybe we should…”

“Fine, but regardless of who it lands on, you will have to go full nude!” Rachel shot back. Jesus, she was still treating it like a game. How could she not see what was happening? Noah looked helplessly around the room.

“That’s not good enough, these fuck faces love getting naked,” Luke said, catching Noah’s eye as he spoke. “Not only will you have to go full nude, you’ll need to compare dick sizes with Ethan.” Rachel let out a gleeful laugh.

“Yes! AND compare dick sizes with Ethan.” Rachel looked at Jack, who in turn looked at Ethan with a raised eyebrow.

“Come on man…” Ethan spoke under his breath, giving Jack a pleading look.

"I don't know man it's… it's kinda."

"Come ON bro…" Ethan begged.

It was clear their intentions were all the same. This entire spin-the-bottle game, their entire plot, was to see as much of Rachel as they could get. Noah had hoped that Logan’s extra dare would stave off Jack. But it was a meager hope.

“Fuck, fine! We’ll compare dick sizes…” Jack said, putting his hand back on the bottle and looking up at Rachel. "Are you ready?"

"So ready," Rachel replied

The bottle spun. Twirling in the center of the room as Noah watched helplessly.

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