Two truths and a lie

“Never have I ever?” One girl suggested.

“No.”

“Truth or dare?”

“NO.”

“Spin the bottle?”

“NOOOO!”

We settled on ‘Two Truths and a Lie’. One person would make three statements. Then everyone would guess which one was the lie. If you were wrong you’d have to drink.

I didn’t know these girls at all. I mistakenly guessed a truth each time, and took a drink. I was feeling good. There was a lot of laughing around the circle.

When it got to me, I gave my three:

1. I’m attracted to blondes
2. I’m attracted to brunettes
3. I’m attracted to redheads

The rich hot daddy’s girl punched me in the arm when she had to drink, because the lie was that I was attracted to blondes. “That’s such bullshit. That one is definitely true!”

Monica put her arm around me to show that she didn’t appreciate the flirting. I said, “Alright. Your turn. I’ve gotten every other girl wrong. If I get yours right, you have to take three shots.”

The blonde smiled at me, “But if you guess wrong, you’ll have to take four shots.”

“Deal,” I said without thinking that four shots that quickly would not be good.

She gave her statements:

1. I’m a natural blonde
2. My grandma’s maiden name was Vanderbilt
3. My ex’s penis was 10 inches

Oh this was so fucking easy. I voted for number 3.

She laughed in my face, and told me I was wrong.

I argued, “You cannot be serious! Your ex would be in like the top 0.1% of dicks if he was that big. Did you actually measure?”

“That’s how big he was. I think you’re jealous. You need to take four shots.” The blonde defended herself.

Monica stood up for me, “I think girl math is really bad when it comes to judging penis size. My friends always overestimated.”

The blonde crossed her arms, “And you’re an expert on judging length?”

“Better than you. That’s for sure. Your ex would be longer than your head if he was ten inches,” Monica argued. It was pretty hot that she was sticking up for me.

“Your boyfriend needs to take four shots,” the blonde stated.

Monica said, “I propose a new game. I write down a number. Then Chandler will show you his penis, all of you will write down a guess of how long you think it is. Then we’ll measure. And no, I’ve never measured his dick before. Closest to the right answer without going over wins.”

“Sounds fun,” the blonde said smirking.

I groaned, “Fuck. I’m going to take the four shots, if I have to show my dick to these college girls.”

Monica pat me on the back, “Don’t feel ashamed. They already saw your dick when you carried the luggage in. Now they’ll get to see it when it’s bigger.”

The blonde said, “We never discussed what happens when one of us wins.”

Monica hummed, “If I win, we get the bed to ourselves and you all have to sleep on the floor.”

The girls groaned, nobody wanted to sleep on the floor. The blonde took the lead, “Okay, but if one of us is closer then you sleep on the floor by yourself. Your boyfriend in the bed with us. And if I personally am closest, then your boyfriend has to go out to the hot tub with just me, and prove he isn’t attracted to blondes.”

Monica didn’t back down, “Deal.” She looked to me, “Now let’s go to the bathroom and get you hard. Girls, look around for a tape measure.”