Spin The Bottle

With all things being equal, Jessica figured a game of Spin the Bottle could be fun.

As she weaved through the crowds towards where she had seen the group playing, she distantly recalled a game of it she had played when she was younger. Memories of nervous kisses and silly jokes glowing fondly in her mind as she pushed through the crowd and finally stepped into the small clearing where the game was being played.

“Jessica!” Luuk called out as he looked up from the table, his face lighting up as he saw her.

“Hey,” Jessica replied with a smile, the memory of the pool still fresh in her mind as she joined him at the table.

Looking around she could see that he and Jasper were joined by a few other people. One of them a young woman, who Jessica guessed to be around her age, slightly shorter but wearing a dress that clung to her body and made the size of her “assets” very easy to see.

Her slight pang of guilt at her quickie with Beezy faded quickly when she noted the way this new girl held herself beside Luuk. Her body language sending out the signal, “This is mine! Back off!” as clear as day to Jessica’s eyes. She didn’t doubt that this woman would have pulled Luuk away for a quickie of her own if Jessica had not turned up. Although looking at Luuk, Jessica got the feeling he hadn’t picked up on that just yet.

Jasper clearly had his eye on the two other women at the table. Unluckily for him however, they both took the break of Jessica's arrival to step away and it became clear that he had been barking up the wrong tree as they threaded their arms around each other's waists and vanished into the crowd.

“So what took you so long, got lost?” Jasper asked as he turned back towards the rest of the group with a smile, as Jessica slipped into the space left by the two women.

“Just lost track of time,” Jessica said as she picked up the bottle from the center of the table. “So what are we playing?”

Both Luuk and Jasper laughed at her question and she noticed a slightly sour look flash across the face of the new girl. She didn’t let it bother her though, after everything else she had done tonight she wasn’t going to let a little game of Spin the Bottle bother her.

“I think it’s an American game actually,” Luuk said as he moved away from the new girl and towards Jessica, taking the bottle from her hand and placing it back on the table. “We ask a question or make a bet and then spin the bottle. Whoever it points at has to answer the question or follow through on the bet.”

“I think you mean dare,” Jessica corrected him lightly, her eyes locking with his, sending a shock of lighting up her spine. “Not a bet.” She finished softly as the memories of the pool came flowing back.

“Well let's get going then!” Jasper called out, pulling both of them back to the moment.

Jessica looked over at him and saw that he had already moved closer to the new girl. Clearly he wasn’t going to let his rejection by the lesbians get him down. She smiled at that and decided she should at least ask the girl's name.

“Sorry,” she said as she leaned over the table with a smile. “I didn’t get your name, I’m Jessica.”

The new girl gave her a cold smile but replied brightly in a thick dutch accent. “I’m Mila,”

“Ok ok,” Jasper butted in again, now hunched over the bottle in the center of the table, with a look of wolf-like focus in his eye. “We spin to pick our first player.”

Before Jessica had a chance to say anything he had sent the bottle spinning around. She watched as the cheap green bottle blurred from his quick spin. Behind her she heard Luuk say something in Dutch that prompted a laugh and another remark from Jasper. She guessed it might have something to do with how fast he had sent the bottle spinning.

Yet before long the bottle was slowing down and as it did Jessica actually thought about what she would do if she ended up being the first to be chosen. She tried to think of a funny question or silly dare but all her mind kept coming back to was that moment in the pool and, later, her tryst at the Hotel. She had to let herself smile at the thought that she was beginning to truly have sex on the brain.