The night never ends...

The night seemed to go on and on, and not only was I slightly dizzy from drinking too much, but also I was cold from sitting in my panties in the damn woods.

It was my idea; I was the one that started playing this stupid game. No one had forced a gun to my head. The crazy part was that Chanel felt bad so she had stripped to her underwear too, before it was even her turn. Neither of the guys protested about it. I did, a bit, but once again I felt like the stick in the mud at even suggesting that she should keep her clothes on, when everyone was happy for her to be naked.

I must admit that the guys had thought of everything and weren’t the reckless assholes that I had thought they were. They had made some hotdogs so we wouldn’t be completely drunk, and the mood changed as they didn’t seem so sleazy as Liam lifted up his arms and took off his shirt.

“About time it’s not just us that are half-naked!” I sighed. At least they were stripping as I shoved the last piece of hotdog in my mouth.

“You don’t want to tell us about Felicity Nalti?”

I smiled at him as I thought about the Italian exchange student. The one who claimed that she had gone all the way with Liam. The one that told everyone how big his cock was and how he loved to have it sucked.

One time in the cafeteria, she even went as far as to show us with her corndog.

I hated her from the moment she started at school, not because of her dark black hair and matching dark eyes. Simply because the first boy’s attention that she caught was Liam’s. She must have started school at nine a.m. and by ten they were walking in the hallway together. I didn’t even know how they’d met.

I pretended that I wasn’t interested in the stories, but it was clear from the moment I heard them that I was jealous. That was my wake-up call to remind me to stay as far away from Liam as possible but every time he was near I just couldn’t get him off my mind.

“No.”

“Chicken!”

“Well, you’re the one that took off your bra the moment, we even mentioned Pete Wilson’s name. So, do you want to tell us about him? Did he manage to pop your cherry?”

“That’s none of your business!” I stood up, forgetting that I had one arm covering my breasts and the other holding the hot dog.

“You made it my business the moment you started going around with that nerd.”

“Really! So, you think that going out with big busty, cock-sucking Felicity was the way to win me over?”

What the hell was I saying?

The fucking truth. We weren’t playing a game anymore and I should have just kept my mouth shut, but I was confessing as if I was a sinner in church.

I continued. “Oh, she couldn’t wait to tell the whole school about your cock. The things that it could do and I had to sit and listen to that day in and day out.”

“Did it make you jealous?”

He was really pulling my chain.

“Yes!” Both my arms were down, I was talking at the top of my lungs and, like a gust of wind, Liam came so near to me, so that my breasts were pressing against his chest.

“I like this view better.”

I tried to move away from him, but it was as if my feet were stuck in mud once again. I hate you, feet!

My heart started to race out of control. I was just about to call Chanel when I realized something. She wasn’t there anymore.

“Where are they?”

I pointed to the vacant space that they had both been sitting in. Both Dwayne and Chanel had disappeared and I didn’t even hear them leaving.

He raised an eyebrow, “Where do you think?”

Stupid question. I knew that the two of them had wanted to be alone from the word go. They didn’t want to play a game; they just wanted to get it on.

“Well I hope that they’re being careful,” I said, again sounding like my mom and wishing for once that I would stop.

“Your heart’s racing so fast, I can feel it pumping against my chest.”

“That’s not the only thing that you’re feeling pressed against your chest.”

My voice was weak and I knew that all he had to do was put a hand on me and I would be his. Just like I had wanted to be that week when he kissed me and left me on my front porch.

“We could pick up where we left off the last time I kissed you. The last time we were in this position.”

As his lips pressed against mine, I broke away for a second and wrapped my arms around him and said, “Yes please.”

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