The Final Game

The week after graduation, Ryan invited everyone to his house. From the invite, it was pretty clear this would be the last ‘official’ meeting for the group. I had no idea what was planned, and Emma didn’t seem to know either. Ryan and Callie were keeping it a secret. Personally, I was a bit excited. Emma and I had been taking full advantage of the newfound freedom. It was a bit awkward going over to her house to have sex all the time considering her sister was there. Emily didn’t seem to care, which I should have expected considering Emma had brought over the other guys numerous times before. It’s not like that was all we did when we were there, but it was hard to turn down having some simple fun with Emma. I made sure to invite Emily out with us when I took Emma out to lunch or when Emma dragged me shopping with her. The bored, angsty teen I met was long gone. She had her sisters bite though, but it was always with a bright smile to show it was only friendly teasing.

As great as spending more private time with Emma was, I found myself excited about the prospect of her playing around with another guy. It had been a few weeks and I figured this was probably going to be the last time for a bit. There was always Mike, but I liked the idea of Emma having some variety.

I was really looking forward to us getting into college. We hadn’t really discussed things yet, but the idea of Emma having one-night stands with random college dudes was exciting to think about. Of course, she might not even want that, but it was something to talk about later.

Arriving at Ryan’s house, he welcomed us at the door and ushered us inside. We were one of the early ones as we headed for the kitchen. Joining the others there, snacks and drinks were set out over the counters and table. Emma grabbed a beer and immediately went over to Sarah and Callie and started talking while I lingered near Ryan and Justin. I heard my name mentioned a few times by the girls, but my attention was mostly focused on Ryan. Over the next twenty minutes, the group filtered in with Mike and Cameron showing up last.

First thing Mike asked about was if I had any idea what the plan was today, but I shrugged having no more idea than him. While we waited for Ryan to kick things off, I caught up with what he’d been up to. He was making the most of his time. Everyone was apparently. No idea how the guy was keeping up with the amount of sex he was having. Though I was one to talk. I’d been keeping Emma pretty busy myself the past few days. We did things other than sex too of course, but this really felt like the first true beginning of our relationship where it was only me and her and not much else to distract us.

Clearing his throat, Ryan stepped out into the middle of the kitchen and got everyone’s attention. “Everyone, thanks for coming. We’ve had a hell of a time these past four years. Lots of memories. Good times, bad times, and all those in between.” He took a deep breath and I could feel the emotion in his words. “But life is constantly moving forward. Constantly changing. I know many of us are going to be here for the summer, but from this moment on, everything changes. Some of us are staying local, others going far. College for most, not all. I’m sure some of us will stay in touch and others will drift away. Meet new people and find new friends. Such is life.”

He let the words sink in. A quick glance around and I could tell his words were hitting hard. Even I felt teary eyed and I’d only been with them for a short time. I couldn’t imagine having four or more years of friendship coming to an end. It really put into perspective how lackluster my friendship with Owen and them had been. I barely thought about them anymore. Yet these guys…

“So this is going to be the last official meeting as a group. One last hurrah before the end—whatever that may be.” He had an amused smile as he continued. “There’s no denying we’re all horny little fucks. I know all of you have been busy these past weeks, just like I have. So Callie and I talked and put together something special for us today. One last game for us all to enjoy.” He grinned. “It’s a bit different than normal though. In theory, there are no losers and everyone’s a winner but… well, perhaps we should move to the game room first?”

Leading with his beer in hand, the others filed out of the kitchen after him. I was one of the last ones to leave, waiting for Mike to grab a second beer.

Space in the living room had been made so everyone could sit in a circle. It was a bit snug, but not overly so. Sitting in the center was what appeared to be a custom game board. It wasn’t anything super fancy. A wooden board with an arrow attached to the center. Judging by the build, the arrow spun. There were also four painted boxes roughly the size of playing cards. Each one held matching colored cards inside it, blue, yellow, red, and black.

I took the empty spot Emma saved next to her, taking her offered hand as we waited for everyone to settle in.

“Okay,” Ryan said, getting everyone’s attention. “Now this is something Callie and I threw together so it may not run as intended.”

“This is thrown together?” Justin said, giving the arrow a spin. The base was solid, not shifting or ruffling the cards. The arrow itself seemed to spin smoothly around the group several times before pointing in Cameron’s direction. “Overachiever much?”

“At least someone knows the benefits of quality work,” Callie said, narrowing her eyes at him. “Now shut it and let him explain the game.”

Ryan chuckled, gesturing for the two to calm down. “Relax. It’s not that complex. A player picks up a card and spins the arrow. Whoever the arrow lands on is the target. They have to answer the question on the card or perform the action. Once done, they pick a card and spin the arrow.” He shrugged. “Simple.”

“What exactly is on these cards?” Emma asked as I felt her hand tighten against mine.

Ryan grinned happily. “Glad you asked! Blue ones are the easy cards. They just have a question on them. Yellow is the medium ones and have some minor act on them. Red is when things start to get spicy, with some pretty major acts on them.”

“And black?” Sarah asked, a hungry twinkle in her eye.

“Those are the **** ones,” Ryan said, looking over at Callie. “I wasn’t sure about including them at all, but she convinced me to add this last tier and let everyone else decide.”

“And of course, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” she added firmly.

“Right. This is just a game. You don’t feel comfortable doing something? Just say so and we’ll skip it and move on. Ah!” he said as if remembering something. “No just grabbing a red or black card or whatever. Everyone has to start with blue. When you have three blues can you exchange them for a yellow. Two yellows for a red. Two reds for a black—if you are feeling brave.”

“Sounds fun!”

Conversations sprung up around the circle as people excitedly chatted to their neighbors about what they thought the cards held. I didn’t have much time to listen in, my attention on Emma.

“Ryan.” It took a second for him to give her attention. “I’m guessing there are sexual acts in those cards?”

He looked from her to me before answering. “Yeah. Red and black.”

Her smile was strained. “Thanks.” Her head turned my way. “We need to talk,” she said as she got to her feet. Anxiety chewed at me as I followed her back into the kitchen.

“Something wrong?”

Leaning against the counter, she brushed at her hair before looking at me. “You aren’t allowed any red or black cards.”

My back stiffened at the edge to her voice. It wasn’t a soft command or request. She was straight ordering me as if I would actually even consider it knowing how she was. “Emma—”

“Isaac, you know me. I wish it was different, but even like this—even as our last game—I can’t. You can’t. You know how I feel about you and other women.”

I let out a sigh. “I get it. Wasn’t planning on doing anything like that anyway. I don’t like that tone though.”

She winced as her voice softened. “Sorry, I just—”

“Am an extremely possessive girlfriend?” I said, grinning at her glare. “I get it,” I said as I rested my hands against her waist. “It’s only fair since you are going to abstain from red and black as well.” Her expression was priceless as I let that sink in. “Right?”

“I…” She **** a smile. “I suppose that is only fair.”

I chuckled. “Make it sound like pulling teeth. You know I’m only kidding, right?”

Her silent stare answered. It seemed she wasn’t enjoying the teasing as much as I was.

Leaning forward, I gave her a quick kiss. “I am, and I think we both know the real fun will be you discovering what's in the red and black decks.”

She gave me a nervous smile as I brushed at her hair. “Knowing Ryan, I’m a bit worried about the black deck…” She took a deep breath. “But you’re really okay with this? I know it’s lopsided.”

“It’s no different than normal, and hardly lopsided. You know how much I enjoy you having fun.” She nodded and I nudged her chin up so our eyes met. “This is the last time we are all going to be here as a group. Let’s enjoy it.” I couldn’t keep the grin off my face. “This will be a great opportunity for you to show me how slutty my girlfriend can be.”

Before I could pull away, she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. Breaking it, she pressed her forehead against mine. “I don't deserve you.”

“Come on,” I said as I gave her ass a quick swat. “We better get back before they start without us.”