Left

"Left," I said after an X-Factor-style dramatic pause.

"Damn. I guess a deal's a deal," said Laura as she lifted the bottom of her vest top to neck height, exposing a simple but plunging white bra. She wasn't fat, or even chubby really, but her stomach was slightly untoned and formed a small roll in her current cross-legged position. Adrenaline pumped through my bloodstream again, and my cock stirred as she reached her small hand into her generous bra, compressing the soft flesh as she lifted out a full, round, but slightly hanging breast. Her hand (which looked even smaller now) framed a large, pale areola, topped with a tiny little nub through which a simple silver bar was impaled.

Just as quickly as she had exposed it, the breast was gone, squashed back into its fabric fortress and covered once more by her green top. Jack pouted in exaggerated mock-disappointment, and Tim joined him. Emily used the break in proceedings to rise and head to the bathroom in her room.

"Uh, guys," Allie said quietly. She looked pale. "Ever have I never, ever drunk ****. Before tonight. I feel... funny."

"Are you okay?" I asked. "Are you going to be sick?"

"No, m'okay. I just... just need bed."