Keep the Game Going

"I think I would like to find out some more of your kinks, Melody." You reply. She is noticeably disappointed that you didn't fall into her trap, although you can't help but imagine it was because she was actually hoping to get it on with you.

"Oh, you're no fun." Melody pouted. "You're passing up a once-in-a-lifetime chance to get your world rocked, you know." Her words send tingles up your spine and you struggle to keep a clear head.

"I'm sure." You reply nonchalantly. Your friend sticks her tongue out you, but flashes you a smile afterward.

"So you think you can embarrass me, huh?" She put her hands behind her head. "Take your best fuckin' shot, dude. I have no shame I am unwilling to let out."

"Oh, I doubt that." You say. She shoots you an incredulous glance, perhaps with a hint of worry. "I know you and you still have your pride. I just gotta hit the right trigger." You rack your brain for a good piece of ammo to use against the cocky girl in front of you. There was the one thing you suspected her of doing after finding evidence. You told yourself you would never ask her about it in case it mortified her, but it was easy to compromise those principles with the amount of bourbon in you. And this was war now.

"W-well?" Melody asked, obviously unsettled by the look on your face. "What are you waiting for?"

"Fine." You say and take a deep breath. "Never have I ever let someone I was sleeping with...pee on me." You watch all the color drain from your companion's face and you knew you hit the nail on the head. Her hands were even shaking a little bit.

"I...I...buh...how did..." She stuttered, not really able to comprehend. The color returned to her face in a sudden flash of bright red. "How the fuck did you know about that?!"

"Don't you need to take a drink?" You ask innocently, gesturing at her drink. Melody glanced at her bourbon, then back at you with **** in her eyes.

"You son of a bitch." She growled, but downed the drink anyway. "Okay, now tell me how you knew that. Now!" She was honestly very angry and you realized it was time to deescalate the situation. "Did Cody talk? I swear to God if he told anyone..."

"No, no." You interject quickly. "I figured it out myself. You had asked me to check a text message on your phone while you were in the bathroom, cause you were expecting to hear from your Mom. But it was from Cody and he was...less than vague about certain things."

"Oh God, that text." She buries her face in her hands.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to read it, but it was right there when I opened up the messages section. I just pretended that we were hearing things about a new message, because I didn't want to embarrass you."

"So you were sitting on it all this time?" She crossed her arms. "Waiting for right time to humiliate me?"

"Gah, no. It's not like that. Sorry, I just got too much into the game." You quickly back-peddle.

"Well, just so we're clear, I was drunk and horny...and he was just begging me to do it...and I thought...well, whatever about what I thought. It was gross and disgusting and a huge mistake and I could not have taken enough showers for the rest of the day. Don't get the wrong idea, understand?"

"Understood." You agree. "No judgement here." She glares at you and you seriously begin to regret asking her about that incident. Thankfully, her gaze softens as she sees the sincerity in your face.

"You weren't kidding about knowing how to shame me, huh?" She sighed.

"That's not what I wanted." You quickly reply. Well, it kinda was, but you didn't want her to feel like this. "I swear it's not. And I will keep this secret with me until the day I die, I promise."

"Okay, okay." She nods and gives you a little smile. "I get it. Friends forever and shit." The two of you share a quick fist-bump. "But you are not getting off the hook that easily." She says as she pours herself another drink. "I will dole out some humiliating payback this time." You gulp as you mentally run the gambit of embarrassing sex moments you have experienced and hope she doesn't pick one of those.

"Lie to me." she says suddenly.

"W-what?" You ask.

"Lie to me." She demands again.

"Uh...I'm the king of France?" You offer up.

"Good. You are too drunk to hide your lies. I can read it on your face." She cracks her knuckles as your palms start to sweat. "I hope you're ready, Jack."

"All right, hit me." You say, trying to sound brave. Melody gives you a lopsided grin, that slowly turns malicious. Your heart starts beating faster. She looks you dead in the eyes as her lips begin to form the words.

"Never have I ever...fantasized about the two of us having sex."