Heather

"Hot damn, it's my lucky day!" Matt cheered as the bottle came to rest, pointing at Heather. "I got one hell of a Dare planned for you."

"Why would I choose a Dare from you?" Heather questioned while smirking.

"Cause you're the one that complained minutes ago for people to stop wussing out, honey," Matt said, confidently.

"I'm all down for fun, but I'm not a moron. There's no way on Earth that I'm gonna choose a Dare from you when I have a Truth left in my pocket," Heather remarked, rolling her eyes at his shocked face.

"B-but, damn you!" Matt huffed. "I'll make you pay the next time I get you."

"I think the gods of fate are with me over the odds of that not happening," Heather replied. "Ask away."

Matt took a long two minutes to run ideas through his head.

"Do you have a sex tape, and how many other people are in it?"

Heather's attention flickered to Sharon briefly.

"I didn't say anything!" the redhead denied.

"I take it that Sharon is in it too. Sweet," Matt grinned, rubbing his hands together and thinking he hit a home run with his question. He next smirked at Carl. "I knew your sister was a little slut."

"I'm not in it!" Sharon protested.

"Wait, there is one?" Ashley questioned in shock. Seeing her close friend's nod, she couldn't believe it. "I can't...why...wait, I know...no, I don't..."

"It's not a big deal," Hannah remarked, shrugging her shoulders. Around the circle, several others nodded in agreement.

"Spill the details, princess," Matt ordered.

"Yes, I made a sex tape. There was only one other person in it with me. A guy from Breakwater University that I had an August relationship with last summer. We were at my family's beach house in Everwood and wanted to spice things up," Heather revealed.

Logan shot her a surprised look as he had shown up at one point in Everwood with some friends. Next, he glanced inquisitively at Sharon. She had never told him about his cousin's tape. Sharon merely gave back an aw-shucks look.

"That's disappointing. I expected a wilder, sluttier video from someone like you," Matt commented. "Not that I can't wait to see it online. I bet he uploaded it when you pissed him off."

"Do you think I could let a guy keep my sex videos?" Heather challenged. "I keep any and everything like that. My father didn't raise a naive fool."

"Videos?" Charlie asked, noticing the way Heather described it.

"Hey! You're supposed to answer the fucking question," Matt angrily pointed out.

"And I did. You asked if I had a sex tape, along with how many other people were in it. I answered the question about one tape. You never asked how many I had. I might have only one or two. I also might have hundreds of me playing with myself, sucking dicks, licking pussies, fucking, or doing who knows what. Too bad, you asked the wrong question and will never know the extent."

"You go, girl!" Hannah cheered. As most of the girls in the circle laughed, Heather's straight face cracked, and she smiled.

"Laugh it up, furballs. A lot of you used up your one lifeline. My next turn, I'm making you do some freaky shit," Matt declared.

"Okay, tough guy," Heather replied, carefully standing up in her tight dress, and walked over the bottle. A combination of squatting and leaning over helped her spin the bottle but unevenly. It rolled as it turned and banged into Winkie.

"I guess that counts the same," Heather ruled. "Truth or Dare, Wilbur."

"Oh, crap. Uh, I don't know," the blond-haired teen admitted, looking around for help.

"Take the Dare," Kessler encouraged.

"Yeah, maybe Heather wants you to get her off," Trent teased.

"Really?" Winkie asked in shock. Heather couldn't hide how humorous she found the idea, leading him to look depressed.

"Just take the Truth, Will. Heather will be nice," Ashley assured him, while she sent a non-verbal warning to her friend.

"I never said that," the hostess responded.

"Uh, oh, crap, I, uh, Truth?" Winkie struggled to answer before begging her. "Please don't ask me who I like."

"Why would she waste the question on that?" Sharon asked. "Everyone knows you like Amber."

"They do?! Um, wait, no, I don't."

"Please, everyone knows it but her," Heather confirmed, dismissively. "Hmm, you may or may not be a virgin, but that question feels lame. How about...what's the worst thing you've done while masturbating?"

"Heather!" Ashley admonished.

"Good one, Ravers," Kessler remarked as his teammate's face went red.

"I wouldn't be surprised if he broke it," Yelena cruelly joked until she noticed his gasping for air. "Is he alright?"

"Jesus, Winkie, breathe! Breathe!" Kessler told his friend, while he hyperventilated.

"Someone get him a bag!" Poet yelled, moving toward her cousin.

Ashley took off in a rush toward the kitchen to find one.

"Christ," Bianca mumbled, reaching behind her to grab her small purse. Grabbing a tiny bag out of it, she moved over and held it out to Winkie.

By the time Ashley returned with a brown paper bag, after screaming at Heather for directions, her boyfriend's teammate was breathing better. The concerned blonde knelt and asked if he felt okay.

"I-I'm better. Thanks," Winkie responded. "Shit, I humiliated myself again, didn't I?"

"No, not at all. These things happen," Ashley tried to buck him up while sending a glare at her boyfriend.

"Right, right. These things happen, bud," Brandon responded to the glare.

"Nearly passing out doesn't get you out of the question," Heather told Winkie.

"Uh, okay. I, um, once heard someone come home, tripped on my pants, fell over, and sprained my ankle. Um, badly," the embarrassed teen revealed, looking down at his lap.

Brandon and Trent swung their heads to face each other. Their faces both showed disbelief as they recalled the ankle injury from last year.

"That's why you missed two games?!" Trent questioned with a loud chuckle.

"That's got to be some of—very normal injuries that I've heard of," Brandon altered his comment under Ashley's withering look.

"No, it's not, Winkie," Kessler said, slapping his friend's shoulder. "This one, I'm going to be teasing you about for decades."

"That's great," Winkie replied with a deep, depressed sigh.

"Don't get too down, get even," Heather told him, handing over the wine bottle.

"Just don't fall on it and stab yourself," Sharon muttered. "Ouch!"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I kick you?" Ashley asked, putting on her best innocent face.

"I think Sharon stretched out too far," Logan said, smiling at the two girls.

"Did not," Sharon mumbled. She hated went Logan took Ashley or Victoria's side but knew he liked to tease her at times.

"Uh-oh, what are you going to pick, Lilah," Kevin asked his cousin as the resting bottle pointed at her.

"Go with a Dare, Lilah!" Bianca encouraged her teammate.

"Do it!" Yelena agreed.

"Please don't," Winkie pleaded. "I don't know what I would do."

"That's okay. I'll go with Truth," Delilah responded, smiling reassuringly at the nervous teen.

"Oh, crap. I don't know what to ask either," he admitted.

Kessler leaned over and whispered into his friend's ear. Whatever the other teen suggested, Winkie looked shocked and scared. He could easily be overheard asking if Kessler was sure.

"Um, have you ever called someone Daddy while in bed—while having sex with them?" Winkie clarified, after a sharp elbow from Kessler.

"God, no!" Delilah laughed at the absurdity of the question.

"Nice question, Abner," Madison remarked sarcastically.

"I didn't...that was all Winkie's question," Kessler denied. "And don't call me that."

"You told me to ask that!" Wilbur exclaimed.

As Delilah bent over to spin the bottle, she caught several guys checking out her tight jeans-clad ass. Deciding to have fun with the moment, no doubt fueled by liquor, she spun herself around in a circle too. While the bottle stopped to point at a nervous Ashley, the dancer's ass stopped to point at Trent.

"I bet you wish you got this," she teased. Trent leaned forward in anticipation. "Sorry, Thorny, this," Delilah emphasized with a slap to her buttcheek, "isn't for you."

"Damn, Lilah," Madison giggled, hugging her friend as she sat down next to her. "What's that grumbling and mumbling, Thorny?"

"Ahh," Trent replied, waving off the girls. Turning toward Brandon, he added, "Your sister gets annoying and giggly when she drinks."

Brandon didn't acknowledge the comment. His attention was focused on what Ashley might have to say or do. No way do I want any of our secrets coming out! Shit, Delilah better not Dare her into doing anything with another guy. Brandon watched as his sister giggled ideas into her friend's ear.

"Um, if you aren't going to ask, then I choose Truth," Ashley announced, looking around to see if that was allowed.

"Oh! Sorry, Ashley," Delilah apologized, pushing Madison away from her. "I liked Logan's question earlier. So, Ashley, have you ever been caught having sex?"

"Oh, god!" Ashley's head dropped, her hands covering her face.

Brandon's eyes darted at his sister's, then to his cousin's, before ending up pointed at the ceiling. Fuck! Of all the shit...wait, why am I embarrassed? Lowering his head, the star quarterback's confidence shot back up. Hell yeah! I got myself a hot cheerleader for a girlfriend!

"That's a yes, for Miss Goody-Goody," Bianca laughed.

"I'm shocked that she even knows what to do with a dick," Yelena joked.

"Hey, you two want a black eye for your stay-at-home?" Hannah growled.

"Ash?" Heather prodded.

"Yes," Ashley sobbed into her hands. Most of the party guests assumed that her hiding her face had to do with being caught having sex. The shame Ashley felt came not from being caught, but for how much it thrilled her. Ever since, she'd secretly yearned to be found and watched again.

"Jeez, it's not a big deal. I've been caught plenty of times," Sharon remarked, rolling her eyes. Carl did the same as his sister, but for other reasons.

"It was last fall. In this cabin," Ashley slowly began, removing her hands from her face, but still staring at her lap. "Bran and I were in the bedroom downstairs, while everyone was out by the lake. I didn't know the door was open a crack, but it was."

Trent, Charlie, Kessler, Kevin, Matt, and Poet all leaned forward with rapt attention. Teresa, Bianca, Yelena, and Sharon all showed a fake lack of interest.

"Who was it?" Poet asked, getting into the story.

"Zack and Lisa. They...they stood there and watched. For how long, I don't know, but I know that Lisa dragged him down the hall to their bedroom," Ashley relayed.

"Wow! Did you watch them frolic too?" Poet eagerly inquired.

"Frolic? What's wrong with you?" Sharon asked, shaking her head.

"No. We didn't," Ashley replied, looking up, and then over at Brandon. "Should we have?"

"What? No!" Brandon said, feeling uncomfortable at the thought of watching his friend and his sister's best friend having sex. "Uh, it's your turn to do the bottle thing."

"You better Dare the next person, Ash. I'm getting bored," Heather stated.