Matilda picks dare.

The bottle spun for an agonizingly long time, going around and around and around again before it slowed to a stop right in front of Matilda. All the colour drained from Matilda's face when she realized what was about to happen. She looked up at Gemma, and then back down at the bottle still shaking on the floor of the party. No amount of shaking would make it budge past pointing at where Matilda was sitting.

"Oh fuck," she said.

Gemma burst out laughing. It made her chest bounce in a way that made Abigail stare at her nipples and made her mouth fall open, but she quickly shut it again. She was being rude. Abby looked Gemma in the eyes as the upper-year girl laughed at Matilda. "Bad luck, Matty," Gemma teased. "So what's it gonna be? Truth or dare? Are you gonna puss out on me?"

Matilda had looked nervous before, but when she heard Gemma's taunts her face lit up with rage. Now it was Matilda, and not the bottle, that was shaking. "Fine. You know what, bitch? Dare. Fucking try me why don't you?" She got right up in Gemma's face, spitting mad. Gemma wasn't fazed by the American girl's outburst. Somehow, having her tits out for all to see made her look even more confident. Abigail couldn't imagine being that comfortable in her own body. Then again she couldn't imagine having boobs as nice as Gemma's.

Gemma smiled. She kissed Matilda lightly on the lips. "I dare you to eat my fucking pussy, loser." She flipped up her skirt to reveal that she had gone commando. Abigail's jaw dropped again. Gemma's pussy was shaved completely hairless, and she ran her hand up her lips like it was nothing. "Chop chop, huh? You don't want your hot meal getting cold."