The Start

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Following Miranda to the table was a test in and of itself. After I’d helped her out of the hot tub, she’d kept holding my hand to help me as well, and then she’d turned and was leading me, one finger hooked onto one of mine. I looked down at the connection, and her perfect little butt was right there.

Just stay calm, I thought again. You can do this.

They grabbed seats, Miranda finally breaking the connection to pull out a chair. I grabbed the seat next to her, and she smiled at me.

Fuck. OK. This is a good thing. This is a good thing, right? It felt like an anxiety attack waiting to happen, but Miranda was right there next to you and… And and and. I was going in circles in my own head.

We’re fixing this tonight. Matt’s words were still ringing in my ears, giving me hope I hadn’t really known I’d needed.

Tom, holding a fresh beer now, grabbed the seat on the other side of Miranda and put the cold bottle right up against her neck. Miranda squealed at the cold and winced away, making him laugh.

“Tom!” she said.

“Mmm, I love hearing you say my name like that,” he grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. “Do it again.”

“Thomas,” Miranda said, putting on an angry mom voice that you could definitely see her using in a classroom of kids. “Naughty boys get punished.”

“Ooh, yes mommy, I think I need a spanking,” Tom laughed.

“Oh my god, Tom,” Miranda laughed. “You are way too much.”

“Yeah I am,” he laughed, air-thrusting his speedo-covered junk above the table.

“Dude, please,” I said.

“It is a bit much, Tom,” Miranda confirmed.

“Sorry,” he said, and took another sip of his beer as he sat his ass back down.

Nicole was sitting at the other head of the table across from Miranda, with Sarah between you and Nicole, and Matt between Nicole and Tom. “Alright, the rules are simple,” Nicole said, holding up the sambuca bottle. “You spin the bottle. You ask whoever it lands on Truth, or Dare. Then if you got spun to, you have to pick. Truths can be about anything, but if it’s a yes or no question you have to tell any story associated with it. Dare’s can’t physically leave the property, and don’t break my shit, OK? And nothing like, extra illegal.”

“So we can be regular-illegal?” Matt asked with a grin.

“You know what I mean,” Nicole smirked and rolled her eyes. “If you don’t want to answer a question, you have to do a shot and then the group picks a forfeit dare you have to do. If you don’t want to do a dare, we lock you in the change room until tomorrow morning. Got it?”

“Yeesh, hard core,” Sarah laughed. “I guess I know where the regular-illegal comes in now. False imprisonment and abduction.” Despite her somewhat exhibitionist dress, Sarah was actually one of the smartest of the group and was acing her pre-law courses.

“Whatever, it’s not if everyone agrees ahead of time,” Nicole said.

“That’s not actually how that works,” Sarah said.

“Whatever!” Nicole said again. “Is everyone in?”

Everyone agreed, though I hesitated and was the last to nod.

“Alright, well since Sarah made me annoyed, I’m going to take it out on one of you,” she said, and put the bottle down and spun it. It rattled and tinkled on the hard tabletop, spinning wilding and then steadying, and finally coming to a rest pointing right back at Nicole.

“Fuck,” she laughed. “I’ll take Truth, I guess it doesn’t matter who asks.”

You knew what you wanted to ask, you’d been thinking about it for literal years - did Nicole get breast implants after her seventeenth birthday? But you hesitated, not wanting to embarrass her, and Matt jumped in.

“Alright, I got one,” he said. “How many exes do you have for real?”

“Oh, that’s easy. My only real ex is Travis,” Nicole said. She’d dated Travis, the posh son of one of her father’s business associates, at the end of highschool and through their first year of college. He’d been a bit of an idiot, but a well meaning one.

“Lame,” Tom scoffed. “Come on, man. There were so many more good options! Nicole went on a date with that hot instagram chick, remember? You don’t want to know what they got up to? Or what about that rumour about-”

Miranda pinched Tom’s side, making him yelp and shut up.

“Whatever,” Matt said. “It’s just the start of the game. You gotta ease into this.”

“That’s an excellent point,” Sarah said. “I know I prefer to be eased into, rather than just getting surprised with the rough… questions.”

Matt, for the first time in a while that you’d seen, got a little flustered and actually blushed. Then he jumped in his seat. “Sarah!” he said.

She smirked and slid a little higher in her seat, and you realized she’d probably poked him with her foot. This set off the whole table laughing as Sarah did a little wiggle and flashed a playfully innocent look.

Sarah broke her act and reached back, grabbing another of the cold beers that someone had brought out and set down on a side table and pushed it over towards Matt. “Here, hun,” she said. “You just wet your whistle. I’ll spin next, since I’m clockwise around the table, and if anything lands on me you guys know I’m an open book. I’ll answer any truth, or do any dare. So just try me.” She grinned, making it like a challenge, and then reached for the bottle and started it spinning.

I swallowed. Any truth, any dare. I couldn’t help but think about Sarah’s big tits just smothering me, sucking on her nipples, or having her rub them all over my dick.

Shit, calm. Focused and calm, I thought, scooting my chair a little further under the table. The last thing I needed was to become the center of attention with an erection in my shorts.

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