Ian

It landed on me.

“Dammit! I had two-to-one odds and I still lost!”

I rolled my eyes. “Wow, thanks, Rachel.”

“Oh, whatever, like YOU would want to kiss a boy. Do I have to?”

Everyone agreed that she did have to, but I helpfully suggested an alternative: “Look, if you’d rather, you could kiss me like how Amy was doing to Simon over there.”

Rachel considered for a second, then, with a shrug, she crawled over towards me and lowered her mouth to my chest.

I felt a surprisingly strong jolt of arousal as she slid her tongue across my stomach. I’d expected it to tickle a bit, but—

“That actually feels really, really good,” I muttered.

The positive re-enforcement must have gotten through to Rachel, because she immediately got way more into what she was doing, peppering in sweet kisses to my abdomen between licks. The head of my swollen cock peeked back out above the top of my waistband, and Rachel immediately stopped what she was doing, staring at the thing like it was a Martian or something. I don’t think she had ever been so close to a man’s penis before.

“I’ll take THAT as my cue to leave,” she joked, and returned to Talia’s side. Talia raised her hand for a celebratory high five:

“Up here, girl, you got him hard!”

I gave the bottle a spin, and it came to a stop pointing directly at: