Life is Futa Chapter 4

“And is this really how you’re playing it?” Riley asks, shaking the bottle at Beth. “Just come in here and ask?”

“I’m a modern woman,” Beth replies with a shrug. “Got to ask first. Consent and all that.”

“You’re a drunk woman. You didn’t ask for consent to out me. Or to peep at me in the fucking shower,” Riley snaps. She uncaps the gin bottle and takes a drink. Then she remembers Max and offers it to her.

“Umm, gee,” Max says, accepting it. She sits there holding it.

“That was exhibitionism. You’d have done it in private if you didn’t want me looking,” Beth says.

“She’s actually a good person,” Duni assures Max. “When she’s not horny and drinking and hot and such.”

Max smiles at her and takes a tiny sip, immediately coughing because of how much it burns. She hurriedly hands the bottle back to Riley.

“Or is it Ingrid you want looking?” Beth adds.

“Fuck me.” Riley shakes her head in disgust.

“I’ve considered it.” Beth looks disdainfully over her shoulder in the direction of the other tents. “Fucking clam bake.”

“She’s really not like this always,” Duni says to Max.

Riley blushes and takes another drink. “God. I thought it’d at least be a game of strip poker or truth or dare or some shit.”

“Ooh!” Beth lights up, nearly knocking Duni senseless with the bottle as she waves it. “That’s brilliant. Let’s do that.”

“Do what?” Duni asks, baffled.

“Truth or dare. Then it’s a proper summer camp.”

“A what?”

“You’ve never done a summer camp? I did one in Scotland when I was thirteen. It was American style,” Beth says proudly. “Got to do truth or dare. Riley, I dare you to show us your willie and touch it and everything.”

“That’s several dares,” Riley notes.

“What are you, a fucking lawyer?”

“Can you be a little quieter?” Duni asks.

“Fuck off. Here.” Beth passes her the gin.

“And that’s not how the game works,” Max pipes up. She squints suspiciously at Beth. “You’ve never played it, have you?”

“We’re playing it now, aren’t we?”

“If we are, you’re going first.”

“Fine.” Beth folds her arms and glares stubbornly.

Seconds pass. Max looks at Riley, who looks at Duni. Everybody looks at Beth.

“What?” she snaps.

“You have to pick,” Max says shyly.

“Pick what?”

“Truth or dare.”

“Dare. I want to dare people.”

Duni puts her face in her hand. “No. It’s what you want to do.”

Beth frowns. Then she shrugs again. “Dare. Dare me then. I dare you. To dare me.” She pauses, frowning, then takes another swig.

At a loss for words, Max accepts the gin back from Riley. She didn’t realize what she was getting into. Maybe this isn’t the right tent to spend the night in.

“Max.”

“What?” She comes to her senses and focuses on Duni.

“Give her a dare then,” Duni says, pointing at Beth.