One for Ava and one for our hero!

Ava chugged two mini-alcohols immediately and held the third in her hand while she laughingly said, “Okay, no problem. Truth.”

I was ready for this. “Have you ever kissed Christine?”

She smiled, seemingly a bit embarrassed. “Yes,” she said.

“Come one, tell me more. How many times.”

“It was just once,” she said. “During a game of Truth or Dare.”

“Oh, boo,” I said. “Liar! Chris already told me you kissed twice!”

“What? What the fuck?” she said.

“That calls for a consequence,” I said, triumphantly.

“Ugh, what do you mean ‘consequence’?”

“If you don’t do the truth or dare, you have to have a consequence.”

“How is that different from a dare?” she asked.

“Clearly you girls don’t play this game right.” I felt like such a teacher right then. “A consequence has to be something that exceeds the boundaries of the game.”

“Like what?”

I thought for a moment. “Okay, yours is going to be in two parts.” Christine was grinning with anticipation. “First, make your best o-face and take a selfie.”

“Oh my God,” Ava said, but even as she protested, she was pulling out her cell phone. She made a very convincing face—one that made me fantasize about how to make it real—and snapped a picture.

“Nice one,” I said. “Now set that as your lock screen, and don’t change it until you leave Kansas City.”

Both Ava and Christine clearly thought that was hilarious, edgy enough to be funny but not so mortifying as to be out of bounds. To my utter delight, Ava complied, showing me the orgasmic expression anyone who glanced at her phone would see for the next several days.

“Okay, fuck, this is getting real,” Ava said. She drained her third mini **** and both she and Christine took another. I continued to refrain; better to keep a cool head in this situation. “Christine, truth or dare?”

“Dare,” she said without hesitation.

“All right. Why don’t you give our new friend here the kiss you always wanted to give your English teacher in high school?”

Christine laughed and looked me in the eye. “Okay, Mr. Winter. Get over here.” I leaned in eagerly, and Christine smashed her lips into mine. She explored my mouth with her tongue, ran her hand through my hair, and breathed heavily and deeply for much longer than I expected. I emerged from the kiss panting and definitely aware that our game had passed into another level.

“Well, Ava?” Christine offered.

“Dare,” her friend said.

“Now, why don’t you give our new friend here the kiss you always wanted to give your sister’s boyfriend?”

I looked at Ava. “Older sister, or younger?”

“Five years older,” she said with a smirk. “Looks about right…” She leaned in and slowly, seductively, sexily started to kiss me. Christine’s kiss had been bright and passionate; Ava’s was deep and strong. She moaned as we kissed, and the only thing she copied from Christine was running her hand through my thick, brown hair.

We came up for air. “That was extremely hot,” I said. “Your sister is lucky you didn’t steal her boyfriend.”

“Oh we totally hooked up,” she said. “I just never got to kiss him.” We all laughed at that. “Well, Simon,” Ava said. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” I replied.

“Okay,” she said. “What’s been your favorite part of this plane ride so far?” It was a great question. So many possibilities! I thought for a moment and decided to see how flirtatious I could be. “I’d say a pair of the hottest kisses I’ve had in a long time.”

“Nice,” said Ava. But Christine made a buzzing sound and said, “Liar!”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“How about when Ava’s tits were all hanging out or when you practically motorboated her while she was sleeping?”

I could have died. To be exposed like that felt awful, and my heart sank into my stomach. I knew I’d have to try to apologize and dig myself out of that situation, and I turned to Ava to explain myself. But she had a huge grin on her face.

“Fucker,” she said. Then, looking at Christine, she continued, “I guess you couldn’t miss your chance to get a good look at the girls?” She pressed her boobs together with her hands, making them strain against her camisole. Christine laughed, and relief flooded my entire body. Ava looked at me and said, “She’s always pulling my shirt off when I fall asleep. First time on a plane though!”

“That you know of,” I joked.

“Hey, good point,” she said, narrowing her eyes playfully at Christine.

“But hey, you got a consequence, fucker,” Christine said. “Cause we all know those tits are to die for.”

“Guilty, as charged,” I said.

Christine thought for a moment and then said, “OK yours is also in two parts. First, unlock your phone.” I was nervous about where this was going, but I pulled my phone from my shorts pocket and entered my passcode. “Now give it to me.” I handed her the phone, and my heart sank as she rose and walked to the bathroom.

I turned to Ava. “What’s she going to do in there?”

“No clue,” Ava said. “Good luck!”