After dinner Heather proposes a game

Once everyone had their fill, they hung around the living and dining room chatting. There was plenty of booze going around, so by about nine the **** levels of the group of friends were already high. That was when Heather banged together two glasses and announced, "Hey, why don't we play a game?"

"Ugh, let me guess, truth or dare?" Hannah called from a sofa seat. She had been chatting with Taylor while knocking down a few drinks and looking stunning in a loose white blouse and denim shorts. SHORT denim shorts. They were almost like a bikini bottom and exposed most of her round ass. Zack couldn't help stealing glances at her.

Heather looked a bit offended. "No, dare or dare! I'll spin this bottle," she hopped to the middle of the room and put down an empty beer bottle before spinning it, "-and whoever who is chosen gets to command the next lucky winner what to do!"

The bottle came to a stop pointing at Taylor. She raised an eyebrow.

"Now, no hard feelings to the requests. If you don't wanna play, you can sit this one out, but you'll forever be branded a spineless coward unworthy of friendship!"

Zack had some apprehensions about playing a game like that, but the **** in his blood told him otherwise. No one else seemed to protest, either.