Tyler and Mason had been playing beer pong for forty-five minutes by the time Quinn got home. Consequently, they were cheerfully drunk, the pile of beer cans on the counter providing an untidy tally of their escapades. It was Saturday, the day after Nate's party, and Quinn had gone about her day pleasantly flustered, preoccupied with thoughts of the night before. A week ago, she'd never done more than kiss any of her roommates-- and that had been only lighthearted, then. Now, she'd let a massage from Luke turn into an all-out fucking, and two days later she'd let Nate spank her, spank her 'til her thighs were dripping, and then eat her out. Worse still, she'd wanted him to fuck her. And he knew it. Ugh, hell-- she'd asked him to. She squirmed. She knew she needed to get a hold on her behavior. But the thing was... she was having fun. She didn't want to stop. She wanted more.
A silver can bounced off her thigh. "Anybody home?" Mason threw another can at her. "Ty asked if you wanted to play."
"Oh. Right." Quinn tossed her sheaf of butter-blonde hair behind her shoulder. It was a phenomenally hot day-- she'd opted to wear a white halter top that tied between her neck and a pair of cut-off shorts, but the sudden burst of air conditioning felt incredible. And the sweating plastic cups of beer looked pretty good too. Besides-- she could use a little distraction. "Yes," she chirped sweetly. "I'll play."
The boys whooped and roared in triumph, and soon they were playing a trumped-up version of beer pong-- if you made it into a cup, your opponent had to both drink and complete a dare. Tyler hardly ever missed and Mason was even better-- consequently, Quinn was soon neatly tipsy as well.
Mason sank another ball and winked at Quinn. "Dare you to flash me."
Blushing, Quinn made a show of turning her back on Tyler before pulling her top up to flash Mason, whose answering grin could have been seen half a mile away.
"Hey, hey, hey, no fair," Tyler groaned, sinking a cup. "Dare you to come sit on my lap for the rest of the game, Quinn."
"You can't have her do that the whole rest of the game," Mason protested.
Quinn was giggling, perching herself politely on Tyler's knee. Tyler's arms snaked protectively around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. His body felt hard and muscled behind hers; his cologne smelled spicy and woody and good. She settled into him comfortably, tossing her ball from that same perch. She nailed it.
"I dare you to come kiss me," she called to Mason, who was sulking. He was on his feet in an instant, stalking toward her with a feline smirk. Mason was wild and loud-- he loved to play; he loved to win. He leaned down in front of her, winked one hazel eye. "You ready?"
"Born ready," Quinn laughed.
Tyler rolled his eyes. "Get on with it, would you?"
Mason traced a callused finger along Quinn's jaw, tilting her face up to his. Damn, she was pretty. Her big blue eyes were crystal-clear and sparkling. His grin deepened as he bent down and kissed her. Her arms moved up to wrap around his neck, pulling him in as her lips parted for him. Their tongues danced together. Quinn squirmed on Tyler's lap, still held in his arms as Mason kissed her. Finally, he pulled away.
"Damn," Tyler approved, laughing. "Nice."
Quinn was blushing, her eyes feverishly bright. "Oops," she giggled. "I shouldn't have done that." She made to stand up. "I'd better call it quits before things get out of hand."
Tyler's grip on her didn't budge. "Dare you to kiss me like that."
Quinn laughed. "You didn't even throw a ball."
Tyler's voice was husky. "Dare you."
Something in his tone flipped a switch in her. She shifted in his lap and kissed him, catching his full lower lip between hers. He groaned into her kiss, his cock hardening under her ass. She ground into him, dragging her nails lightly down the side of his face.
"Damn," Mason approved, echoing his friend. "You're pretty hot, Quinn. You know that? Ty-- did you ever notice how hot Quinn is?"
Tyler's tongue burned a line across Quinn's bottom lip. Then he pulled back. "How about you show us, huh, Q?" He dragged his knuckle down the side of her breast. They both expected her to shut them down. This was Quinn after all-- their Quinn, who never did her dishes on time and closed her eyes during scary movies. She was their roommate, their friend. But it was like the encounters with Luke and Nate had changed her, opened her up. A week ago, she'd have snatched a beer from the table and retreated to her room. But today, she reached behind her neck and untied her top, dropping it to the floor like a discarded napkin.
Fuck, but she was perfect. Her stomach was flat and muscled and her tits were round and bouncy the way only an eighteen-year-old's could be. Tyler slid his hands up her tightly coiled waist, cupping those full, perfect handfuls. His cock twitched under her thighs.
Mason watched in delighted awe as Quinn leaned back into Tyler's chest, letting him play with her, letting him show her off. At Tyler's very first touch, her nipples, pink as bubblegum and nickel-sized, grew hard and swollen and wonderfully sensitive. Tyler took his time pinching and twisting and pulling them, delighted by how turned on she became with every move he made. Mason was still a breath away-- somehow his hands bridged the space between them, his fingers crossing and tangling with Tyler's as he squeezed and stroked her. He leaned down and kissed her, Tyler holding her steady. He kissed languidly, with a warm, wet tongue that brushed against her teeth with deep, unbearable slowness.
Quinn was gasping for breath. "Dare you to lose your shorts."
