She'll take one last dare

"...Okay. One. Then I go."

Nina's mouth twitched. "One."

She glanced at the front door, then at Hannah, still covering herself in the hallway light like that was going to help.

"They're still looking for you. That boy on the street saw you. The torch in the hedge. So this is it. Lights on. Door open. You stand there and you finish, facing the street. When you're done, you don't get the hoodie. You run home like that. You've got your key. It's not far."

Hannah stared at her. "That's... Nina."

"You can still take the clothes. I won't be weird about it." Nina leaned against the wall, watching her the same way she had behind the slide. Curious. Not mean. "I just don't think you want the clothes."

She did not want the clothes. That was the sick part. She was still buzzing from the hedge, from the run, from being hunted and getting away with it. Her fingers were already slick against her own skin.

"If someone walks past I-"

"Then they get a show. That's the dare."

Hannah nodded, tiny, and dropped her arms before she could talk herself out of it. Nina clicked the hallway light brighter and opened the front door onto the little garden and the street. Cool air poured in over Hannah's breasts, her belly, between her legs. She stepped up to the threshold. Her toes were on the doormat. The rest of her was lit up like a display.

The street looked empty. It did not feel empty. A few gardens over, the graduation party was still going. She could hear it. Anyone cutting home that way would look right at Nina's open door and see a petite naked girl standing in it, touching herself.

Hannah slid her fingers down. She was soaking wet. She had been since the slide. The first stroke across her clit made her knees dip. She bit her lip and tried to keep quiet. Nina watched from the side of the door, not touching, just looking.

Voices drifted up the road. Hannah's eyes flew open. Two people, talking, getting closer. Party voices. She should have shut the door. She should have covered. Instead she rubbed faster, staring at the corner they would come around, her other hand on her breast, rolling a nipple between her fingers. The thought of them getting the full view of her, lit, legs apart, sent a jolt through her so sharp she moaned out loud.

They rounded the corner. A girl and a guy, drinks still in their hands. They stopped dead.

"Oh my god."

Hannah came like that. Standing in Nina's doorway, fully on display, two people from the party frozen on the pavement and Nina laughing softly beside her. It hit her in hard shudders. She could not close her legs. She could not stop her hips. She thought of the torch in the hedge, the boy with the cigarette, these two now who would never unsee this, and that was what finished her, a second wave on the back of the first until she had to grab the doorframe to stay up.

The guy had his phone half raised. Hannah did not wait to find out if he used it. She snatched her key off the little table and ran.

Bare feet on the pavement. Nothing on. Still twitching from it. She did not cover well. She took the alley, then the side path, then the long way around the party so she would not have to see those faces again, and still a downstairs window caught her, and still someone on the park path made a noise of surprise as she flashed under the lantern, pale and not slowing down.

Her gate. The key, almost dropped, into the lock. The door. Home.

She leaned against it from the inside, dripping, shaking, grinning like an idiot and then not grinning at all. She had done all of that on purpose.

She showered. She did not look at her phone. Tonight she lay on her bed without bothering with a shirt and felt it all over again every time she remembered the open door.

People had seen her. A lot of people, by now. The party would talk. Someone might have a picture. It was going to come back, a rumour, a pointing finger in town. She knew that. She also knew she would be thinking about Nina's hallway light for a long time, and that part she did not regret.

She would have to lay low for the rest of the summer. At least she was doing an internship abroad next semester. By the time she came back, maybe they would have forgotten. She did not actually believe that. She closed her eyes anyway, still a little bit smiling, and let the night play over one more time.