The game begins.

"Since you were late, you pick first." Ari purrs as she pushes me slightly, inching me closer to the small bowl filled with paper. Vi watches me closely as I lean forward, she grins as she uncrosses her legs and goes back again on Max's lap. He shifts but doesn't go to move her off at all, a result of the liquid courage, I assume.

I reach for the bottom of the bowl and my fingers close on a slip. I pull it back, unconsciously holding my breath. I don't even know who I want to pull.

"Ari."
She coos as she leans against the bed confidently, "Hit me."
Why do I have to be the one to set the pace? I'd better play it safe for the first one.
"I dare you to do a double shot of Fireball."
Vi groans, Max laughs and Ari boos me.
"That's so boring!" The girls say in unison.
She grabs the bottle nevertheless and points at the other two.
"Don't expect any easy ones from me you pussies!"
She pours a decent amount of liquid into the cup and wastes no time in knocking it back. She gags and quickly downs a chaser of Moscato.
"Fucking. Disgusting. Cinnamon." She mutters as she reaches in and grabs a name herself.

She grins and points at Vi. "You!"
"Come over here and whisper something dirty into your boyfriend's ear."
Vi crawls over, slowly, intentionally, she wiggles her hips as she presses her lips against my ear, sending a second shiver down my spine. I see Max crane his neck to get a better look at her arched back, she knows what's happening behind her.
"I hope you're hard for me, baby. You're going to watch Max fuck me tonight."
She sultrily whispers in my ear before subtly licking my ear. She returns to her spot next to Max with a grin.

Vi pulls the next name.
"I hope you're wearing something below that jacket, bestie. Take it off."
Ari licks her lips, "Oh, you're going to regret stripping me this early."
Ari slowly unzips the garment, Vi giggles as {gre} tosses the clothing onto the bed behind her. Her petite breasts and visible abs now on full display, Ari makes no effort in covering herself up.
"Yeah, yeah boys get a good look, my ass is my asset anyway, not all of us are lucky like Vi" She says offhandedly.

"Alright, Max."
Ari says as she looks up to meet the eyes of her victim. Max shifts, his eyes shifting between her face and her small, hard nipples.
"Use your hands, show us how big you get when you're completely hard. I want to see what the lucky lady in your life gets to have." She quickly glances at Vi with a smirk.
"Uh... I guess around here, I'd have to pull it out to check properly."
Vi bites her lip and Ari nods approvingly, "Don't let me stop you, big boy." She winks as Max chuckles, getting more into the energy of the girls.

"Alright b-" He clears his throat. "Vi." She shows her the slip of paper. Vi does her best attempt at an innocent smile.
"Can we include other people in the dare?" He asks.
Before I can reply, both girls agree, Ari clarifies that the other person can deny, and the game will move on.
"Well then. Dare you to kiss Ari for five seconds. On the lips."
Vi pouts and begins to crawl towards Ari, "Only five seconds? Lame."
Vi turns her head as Ari grabs her head with both hands as their lips meet.
Fuck, what a sight. The girls waste no time in letting their tongues wrestle and intentionally slap and slurp their saliva together, giving a perfect show for us. My heart shudders, or is it more for Max... Vi's earlier words ring in my head.

"Erik, take your shirt off, I'm lonely."
I roll my eyes and slip my shirt off, placing it next to me, a wave of shame rolls over me as theirs no real reaction, Vi instinctually bites her lip, Max is switching between Vi's legs and and Ari's small breasts who is already telling me to pick the next name.

"Uhm, Vi. Drink a shot from out of Ari's mouth."
Vi and Ari stand up for this one. Vi is slightly taller, so slightly squats as Ari takes a swig from the Vodka bottle. Their lips meet, and Vi takes the liquid into her mouth, quickly swallowing it. The girls giggle and bow as Max and I applaud their little display.

"Well, guess I'll be the last one standing."
"Max darling, take that shirt off for us."
I dig my nails into my palm as the girls woo lustfully as Max slips his shirt off. This skater fuck boy is defined and toned like crazy. I can't help but compare. I'm well built, but he is sculpted, lean, yes. But still a visible amount of more muscle mass than I.

The way the girls eye him up and down sends anxiety through my body and blood to the stirring member in my pants. Just how far will this go?