Ian, and things heat up.

"Damn! One in four chance. Alright." Without another word, Rachel crawled across the center and gave me a peck on the lips. She smelled intensely erotic, and I felt myself starting to get aroused.

My spin turned the bottle 360, so I spun again, and hit Talia. I crawled over to her and reached for her hair. "Ah ah." She corrected, "just lips."

I was rewarded with an open mouth kiss that made my head whirl. I checked in with Amy. She was smiling suggestively.

It took three spins before Talia could make the bottle land anywhere other than on herself, but finally it pointed to her girlfriend. She licked her lips and pulled Rachel into a passionate dance of tongues. I noticed for the first time that Rachel was sporting a small tongue stud.

Amy must have seen it too, because she asked, "Did that hurt?"

"What? My tongue? At first, sure, but once the swelling went down, Talia can confirm that it was totally worth it." Talia gave an approving hum into her drink.

Rachel spun Amy, who looked nervous. The small lesbian slowly moved over to her, then gave the redhead a small peck. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Defensively, Amy asserted, "I've done stuff with girls. It's just, I prefer a cock. Women are too... soft. Anyway, I'm the last person to spin, so shouldn't we up the stakes? I think that we should be allowed to use our hands."

"Okay," Talia nodded. "Should that include removing clothes?"

"I mean, it's too early to strip every body." Rachel answered. "One article per kiss. Fair?"

We agreed, and Amy spun the bottle right to me. "Awesome!" She leapt toward me and locked me into a deep, sloppy kiss that tasted like wine and made my whole body tense up. Her fingers frantically undid the buttons of my shirt, and her hands ran along my chest.

It was my turn next, and I was thrilled to see the bottle land on Amy. I pushed her to the ground and continued our kiss. Our tongues swirled together as my hands reached under her tight t-shirt, around to the warm flesh of her back. I found her bra clasp and released it. That left enough room for one of my hands to find and pinch her nipple under the fabric. She moaned into my mouth, just as I pulled away. Amy's bright eyes flared with hunger. She pulled her arms out of the straps, and removed the bra. The tight fabric strained against her sizable rack, and her nipples were on full display.

Rachel stared hungrily, and cheered when the bottle ended up pointing toward her. "Get over here!"

Amy was bolder now, and treated Rachel to a view of her bosoms swaying under the shirt as she crawled toward her. Rachel took command of the kiss, but let Amy remove her leather jacket. I couldn't believe my eyes. Amy was really getting into the kiss. Her tongue played with Rachel's, and I even saw a hand brush over one of Rachel's small mounds.

"Admit it. You enjoyed that," Talia teased.

Both girls were breathing heavily when they separated. Rachel reached for the bottle in a daze, and didn't react when it landed on me. She was sitting cross-legged now, the floral print of her dress draped on her pale legs, and her beach blonde spikes were ruffled from Amy's ferocity. I crossed the center to lean over her, and she closed her eyes. I felt my lips contact hers, soft and sweet. With one hand, I felt up the length of her smooth skin, under the dress, until I made contact with her panties.

The heat of her skin drove me on. I opened my mouth slightly, and to my surprise, Rachel let her tongue mingle with mine. At first, there was only the strawberry-sweet tingle of mouth on mine, and then I found the stud with my tongue. It added, somehow, to the eroticism of the kiss, like I could pull her into my mouth with the stud. My cock was rock hard.

I snuck a finger under the fabric of her panties until my fingers felt the small hairs of her bush, and the smooth, wet flesh between her folds. To my surprise, my fingers made contact with warm metal. I broke the kiss and asked quietly, "When'd you have that done?"

"What?" Amy blurted.

"I... got my clit pierced a while back." Rachel huskily replied.

"How'd that feel?" Amy asked. I played with the metal, feeling it brush lightly on Rachel's swollen clit.

"For a few days," her words were choppy, **** around her arousal, "I was so sensitive that I could... come, just wearing tight jeans and walking down the street. It was... awkward... but really, really hot."

She closed her eyes again as I fingered her clit. Our lips pulled at each other, our tongues intertwined. Rachel shuddered when I finally pulled away.

"Woah." Talia breathed.

It was my spin, and I wanted it to land on Rachel. I'd seen her like this before, and I knew that she was running really hot. But I didn't complain when the bottle pointed out Talia.

"Finally! Some action." Talia didn't wait for me, but leaned over to me and kissed me deeply. Could she taste Rachel on my lips? I wondered as her lips devoured mine. The intensity of her kiss emboldened me. I reached up to her swaying breast, took it roughly into my palm. The hot flesh under the thin fabric felt amazing.

I craved to feel her skin on mine. I reached both hands to the hem and gave a gentle tug. She broke the kiss to let me pulled the shirt over her head. Her perky tits bounced free. Talia smiled and attacked me once again. Now my fingers were running over her sensitive flesh, teasing and stimulating her.

Talia ran her hands over my chest before setting her fingers to work on my fly. She had my button undone and had nearly made contact with my aching cock before Amy coughed from the sidelines.

"If things are gonna get more intense, let's save that for the next round." Amy's face and chest were flushed from **** and arousal. Maybe she was just hoping to have the bottle land on her first.