It's a Party Game

Nicole followed me and Miranda outside. The backyard was dark except for a dozen small ground lights in the gardens around the fence and a few underwater lights in the pool that made the water glow a warm blue. Sarah went to the wicker table in the centre of the sitting area and got down on her knees, pulling out a couple of larger candles. Just that act pushed her curvy ass back out against her dress as Tom, Matt and I all got a little view. As she got back to her feet, Sarah winked at me as I moved past her to the classic wooden bench swinging from the back deck roof by some chains.

Miranda had already sat down on the swing bench and gave me a smile, patting the seat next to her. The bench rocked a bit as I settled down, and she playfully patted my leg. “This is going to be fun,” she said.

“Sure,” I said, giving her a half smile back. My stomach was churning just a little bit. Usually, during the day at school or meeting somewhere to study, I wasn't so fucking nervous around Miranda. It was the combination of how good she looked when she dressed up like tonight, how long I had stumbled around trying to ask her out, and whatever this plan was that my scheming best friend had initiated. I felt all out of sorts and it was fucking embarrassing.

Tom had been the first one out the door and had taken a seat on the other two-person bench in the little porch sitting area, sitting in the middle and spreading his knees out wide. Matt frowned a bit at this and took one of the chairs across the circle from me and Miranda, and Nicole slipped into the other chair beside us, crossing her legs as she zipped up her hoodie and then looked over at me and winked. Her little sneaky smirk didn't help calm me at all.

Sarah, having lit the candles, had gone back inside and came out after only a couple of moments, a dark blue serving bowl in one hand and a big magnum-sized wine bottle in the other, the kind that was double-sized. She set the bowl on the round wicker table in the centre of the sitting area and slipped onto the bench next to Tom, propping her feet up on his lap as she leaned back into the corner of the bench. Tom grinned, his arm already stretched across the back of the bench and he ran a finger through Sarah's red hair.

“Names are in the bowl. It's your game, Nicole. Any other rules?” she asked.

Nicole shrugged. “I dunno, it's like truth or dare I guess. No copycatting dares, you need to come up with something original. And you can't involve yourself in a dare unless everyone is doing it.”

“What about a double-dog rule?” Matt asked.

“A what?” I asked.

“I wouldn't mind double-doggy, if you know what I mean,” Tom snickered.

Matt shook his head, clearly unimpressed. “If someone dares you to do something, you can double-dare them and then they have to do it too, and if they don't then they get penalized.”

“I wouldn't mind penalising-”

“Shut up, Tom,” Nicole cut him off. I couldn't help but notice Sarah and Miranda both hiding their own chuckles, and I suppressed my own boyish grin. “I don't know. I guess that brings up the problem of if people refuse dares though. What happens if someone refuses?”

“I think you can refuse one dare for free, but if you do it again you have to skinny dip in the pool,” Sarah said. “And then if you refuse again you're out and you have to go home.”

“Works for me,” Tom said, and Matt and I nodded in agreement once Miranda did.

Nicole looked like she thought about it for a longer moment before shrugging. “Fine, that works,” she said.

“What about the double-dog rule though?” Matt asked again.

“We'll go with that too, I guess. But you only get one time to use it, or else everyone would just call it all the time,” Nicole said, then sat forward in her seat and reached for the bowl. “I'll draw first, since I suggested the game.”

She made a show of rolling her fingers around in the bowl, pulling a slip of paper out and dropping it back in before finally pulling a second one out and unfolding it to read.

“Hmm, interesting,” she said, quirking her mouth to the side and looking around the circle. My chest tightened just a little as she glanced at me, but then she looked away. “I got Matt.”

Matt straightened up in his seat.

“Matt,” Nicole said, “I dare you to... hmm... I dare you to take off Sarah's shoes with your teeth, suck on her big toe and then give her a foot massage until one of you gets your next dare.”

“Oh, I like this one,” Sarah laughed, swivelling in her seat so that she was dangling her feet over her armrest towards Matt. This had the unintended (or possibly fully intentional) consequence of aking her lean back into Tom, the back of her head resting on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder with a smirk.

Matt looked conflicted.

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