"dont want to eat like a pig"

Tara collected a slice of her own, and after a bite looked at Becca who was now staring, confounded, at the food. "What's the matter Bec'? Not hungry?"

The older girl shook her head, "No... I just don't want to eat like a pig."

Eliza spoke up, "Oh. Yeah, that would be gross." After a moment of thought, she continued mercifully. "How about this: you can forget the forfeit, but... you can only choose dare in our game." Tara quickly chimed in, "Not mine - I'm not giving up my massages." Eliza shrugged, letting her keep that.

Becca considered the choice for a moment - Tara would certainly be asking for more foot massages, this was a good deal. "I'll accept that. Thanks."

Eliza nodded, hiding her smile with another bite of pizza.

And so, the three of them ate, drank and chatted until they had their fill. As they did, Becca found herself stealing glances between Tara's knees - she didn't know why the view interested her so much, she hadn't ever been into girls before, but Tara was so pretty it was hard not to look. She tried to take her mind off it and refocused on the conversation.

Finally free of her restriction, Becca did fetch them glasses, and as thanks did most of the clearing up once they were done.