“My turn?” A rhetorical question. He tried to keep his reaction to Elaine’s softly stroking hand out of his voice. “Dean. Truth or Dare?”
“I got nothing to hide.” Dean shrugged, accepting the bottle and taking two sips. “Truth.”
But that wasn’t true. Henry found himself suddenly fuming. His roommate had dragged him out of bed and forced him into this situation. Henry was now dating a girl he didn’t know, all the while watching the girl he already knew he liked paired up with his friend all night. And just two nights ago, Dean had brought some girl back to the dorm and had sex with her in their room. Henry had refused to leave, so Dean had told her, “Just ignore him,” and had fucked her anyway.
Henry leveled his gaze at his roommate. “When was the last time you had sex?” He crossed his arms, waiting smugly for the answer.
Dean’s face spread into a slow smile as he held up his hand, waggling his fingers.”Just this morning.”
Henry rolled his eyes. “With a girl!”
“You didn’t ask me that.” Dean winked, ignoring Henry’s reddening face and turned toward Libby, handing her the bottle. “Libby. Truth or Dare?”
She hesitated. Finally, she opened the bottle, taking a drink, and said, gasping through the alcohol, “Dare.”
“Okay…” Dean looked around, speculative. His eyes settled on Elaine. “I dare you to kiss Elaine.”
Elaine laughed and Libby rolled her eyes, but the two girls acquiesced, moving toward each other, meeting in the middle of the hot tub. Henry’s cock immediately missed the girl who had been paying attention to it, but he couldn’t help how much it throbbed in anticipation of seeing the two girls together.
Libby frowned as her roommate wrapped her arms around her neck, glancing back at Dean. “Really?”
He didn’t answer her, just winked and tipped the bottle in her direction before taking a swig. Elaine giggled, leaning in and softly pressing her mouth to Libby’s. Henry watched the two of them together, standing in the middle of the tub, water swirling around their bare thighs. He noticed he could see the outline of Elaine’s nipples through her polka-dotted bra. His cock grew even harder when he saw a flash of pink tongues entwined.
Libby had entered into the whole situation stiffly, all business-like, but the longer the kiss went on, the softer she became, until she was practically melting against her roommate, making soft noises in her throat. Seeing her like that, her tiny nipples visibly hard under her bra, her hair wet and sticking to her shoulders, eyelids fluttering, made him want her more than he ever had.
“Hey,” Libby murmured, breaking the kiss when Elaine’s hand moved toward one of Libby’s little breasts. Elaine’s face was red, although it was hard to tell if that was from the hot tub, the alcohol or the kiss-or maybe a combination of all three. The girls went back to their original positions, both of them flushed.
“Is it hot in here?” Henry croaked. He was fully hard now and glad the water was opaque, whirling around them in heated waves, because goddamned if Elaine’s hand wasn’t back on his dick. He bit his lip, trying to keep from reacting, as she rubbed the head with her thumb.
“Elaine. Truth or Dare?” Libby took the bottle from Dean and handed it across the water to her roommate.
Elaine stuck her tongue out, drinking only once. “Dare.”
“I dare you…” Libby considered, a small smile playing on her lips. “I dare you to take off your bra.”
“Hey!” Elaine protested, her face reddening even more, but she stood, and again, Henry’s cock protested, but perked up as he watched her reaching back to do the clasps. Henry grabbed her hips when she stumbled on one of the steps, catching her before she fell.
“Thanks,” she breathed, turning back to him. She was practically in his lap now and her breath smelled like alcohol. “Will you help me?”
“Uh…” He considered her question, glancing at Libby, whose face was impassive, and then at Dean.
“What’s the matter, Henry? Don’t know how to undo a bra?” his roommate taunted.
Henry did it one-handed, undoing the two hook and eyes quickly. Elaine pulled the straps down, standing up and swinging her bra around her head before letting it go. Dean whooped appreciatively and Henry couldn’t help but stare at the soft swell of her breasts-she was much bustier than Libby-as she settled herself beside him, the nipples dark, dark pink and decidedly hard. They made his mouth water.
As if she could read his thoughts, Elaine turned her gaze toward him, and returned her hand to its previous employment. Henry shifted, giving her better access. She smiled, still pretending nothing was happening, nothing at all.
“Libby.” Elaine reached across with the bottle, handing it back to her roommate, and Henry had a feeling it was time for some payback. “Truth or Dare?”
“Truth.” Libby opened the bottle, grimacing as she took first one swig, then another. He should have been thinking of Libby, and in truth, he was. But Elaine’s hand was moving, tugging, twisting, and generally making it impossible to forget she was sitting next to him half-naked.
Then Elaine leaned forward, eyes bright. “When was the last time you masturbated, where were you, and what were you fantasizing about when you did it?”
Libby gaped at her. “Isn’t that, like, three questions?”
“Do you want a dare?” Dean countered.
Henry turned his head back and forth between them, trying to decipher what was going on. It wasn’t easy to do with Elaine’s hand wrapped around his cock.
Libby crossed her arms and snapped, “Three days ago. In the shower. Brad Pitt.”
“Brad Pitt?” Henry snorted. “Really?” He couldn’t help it. Although the thought of Libby masturbating made his cock swell in Elaine’s greedy hand.
“Okay, no, not really.” She smiled in spite of herself. “But I’m not telling you who I was thinking about.”
Dean scanned her face, speculative. “She didn’t ask who, she asked what.”
“Fine, but it’s really boring.” Libby was blushing in spite of her protest. It just made Henry want her more. “I was just fantasizing about…sex in the shower.”
“What kind of sex?” Dean asked. “Oral sex? Intercourse? Inquiring minds want to know…”
Okay, it was true, Henry did want to know. But he didn’t want Dean to know.
“Isn’t it my turn?” Libby asked, handing Dean the bottle. “Dean. Truth or Dare?”
“Dare.” He took one swig, but it was a long one.
“Dare? Really?” Libby frowned, slowly examining the room. Finally, her gaze fell on her roommate. “I dare you…to kiss Elaine.”
Elaine was surprised out of her preoccupation between Henry’s thighs as Dean moved through the water with the speed of a viper, grabbing and tongue-kissing her. Henry heard Elaine protest before Dean’s mouth covered hers and Henry didn’t know if Libby saw it from where she was sitting, but Dean’s hand was squeezing Elaine’s bare breast, twisting her nipple.
“Hey,” Elaine protested, but Dean was back over on the other side of the tub in a flash. Elaine settled herself back next to Henry, still breathless, and he slipped a protective arm around her bare waist. She wedged herself closer still, and she rewarded him by reaching right back down to grab his cock, as if it was a steel bar and her hand a soft, velvet magnet.
“Libby.” Dean handed the bottle to her. “Truth or Dare?”
“Truth.” She started to take her two sips.
Dean cocked his head at her, eyes narrowing, and asked, “Why were you fired from the paper for last year?”
Libby gasped, still on her last swig of alcohol, choking out, “I meant Dare!”
“Okay,” he agreed, leaning back. “I dare you to strip naked.”
“Come on,” Libby protested, eyes flashing.
Dean shrugged. “Okay, you can answer the Truth.”
Libby stood defiantly, reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra. Henry thought he saw her chin quiver. The alcohol was making his blood warm, the world hazy, but even drunk and incredibly horny, he knew this was getting out of hand.