We made it through two hands (one of which I actually one) before Sarah raised her hands in frustration and declared the game “boring.”
“And what would you do to make it more interesting?” I quipped. It was only when she glanced at me that she stopped and pulled him out of her mouth. She was already wet, and some of that must have been anticipation because, as I lowered my head to her, she thrust her hips out to meet me. So we were quite excited when one of our friends finally cajoled us into going out and meeting with a few of his friends. Dee seemed just as off and slightly angry about the whole thing. “He needs it that big because he doesn’t do anything else,” she said with a giggle. She stood there, too, letting us all admire her. I hadn’t considered it would go that far, and I could feel myself tensing in anger. “The winner of the hand,” she slurred “spins the bottle. “I’ll just have to see to believe.”
With that, things took a turn.
