Yes, I’d love to

“Uh, yeah, hell yeah. Let’s do it,” I said excitedly. I moved to jump up, pick her up and sprint to her cabin. I was ready to take her virginity. There was nothing I wanted more. I really liked this girl. Having an amazing last night would be a perfect crescendo to the summer. I was a drunk college guy: sex was the main thing on my mind.

She just handed the die to Jordan. She didn’t make an attempt to stand up. She looked up at me, “I wasn’t serious.”

I stared down stunned, “Oh.”

“It wasn’t an offer. Just a fun question,” Meg smiled drunkenly. Her eyes glazed with ****. I’d never seen her this drunk. Maybe she did think that was funny. I did not. She didn’t understand how high my hopes got, how excited I was about that final physical connection. She thought taunting sex was a joke. Even though she was drunk, she was never going to fuck me.

I sat back down embarrassed. My emotions buzzed throughout my body: excitement and disappointment raging a war through me. I wanted to scream at Meg or shut down completely.

Jordan rolled a THREE, and gently placed a palm on my bare thigh. She softly asked, “Wanna get out of here, Chandler? I think I’m done with this game.”

I didn’t have to ask if she’s serious. Her sympathetic blue eyes told me. I knew exactly what would happen if I left the cabin with her.

I pulled on my underwear and grab my clothes to Meg asking what I was doing. I walked out the door to calls of apology: Meg saying it was just a joke, don’t leave.

I stepped out into the cool Maine night with a pretty blonde by my side. We were both only in our underwear. I asked, “Anyplace in particular you want to go?”

“I’d say let’s go back to my cabin, and have a ‘No Pants Party’, but I’ll leave it up to you,” Jordan said.

I let out a long breath, “Let’s just walk first. I need to decompress after that. If we go back to your cabin now, I might be too rough with you.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Jordan teased. “But if we’re going to walk, we should put our clothes and shoes back on.”

We sat down on the steps on the cabin, and re-dressed. The door opened, and Jess stepped out. She asked, “Don’t do this Chandler. You like my sister. Don’t let a drunk joke ruin the whole summer.”

“Your sister was touching my cock, then asked me if I wanted to go have sex. When I said yes, she said she wasn’t serious. I’m sorry but I can’t handle that much misdirection, especially since I’m drunk too. I don’t want to accidentally involve myself in something ****. Something that your sister might regret in the morning. I think it’s best that I just call it a night,” I said. I was exhausted. I couldn’t handle Meg’s drunk teasing.

Jess understood my predicament: her sister wasn’t in a good state right now. She looked to Jordan, “Don’t go with her. You’ll regret that. I’ll make sure Meg safely, then we can chill together. Don’t ruin the summer.”

Jordan stood up, “I’m not ruining anyone’s summer. Let’s go for that walk.” She held out her hand to me.