I stepped out of the hall, free at last. No more class, no more finals, and a summer ahead of me before I started working at PWC in the fall. Making bank there, too. Without even meaning to, I broke into a wide grin.
Back at my apartment, just off campus, I did what any self respecting graduatee would do: two shots of Fireball. Then I headed next door to see what was happening, with a bottle of cheap wine in hand.
Our friend group had split two apartments next to each other - the guys lived in one, the girls in another. It worked out well. We'd rotate who would host pregames. Everyone got a bit of privacy otherwise, though of course we'd usually be in one apartment or the other just hanging out most nights. And while I'm pretty sure a few people have hooked up over the years, no relationships have complicated anything.
"Hi," I said, knocking on the door as I swung it open. "Anyone home?"
"Hey Winston!" Peggy called.
I entered the living room to find her sitting on the couch, glass in hand of something dark, watching a rerun of How I Met Your Mother.
"Hey!" I said. "All done with finals, so I brought some wine!" I lifted the bottle to show her.
"Yes!" she cried. "I'm all done with finals too. But Yvonne and Joanna still have a couple. I thought I was going to be solo." She smiled. "Glad you showed up."
"Happy to help."
I uncorked the bottle and poured two glasses, then settled in next to Peggy on the couch. She held the wine glass up to mine. "Cheers!" she said with a smile.
"Did you want to keep watching this?" she asked, "Or rather watch something else?"
I was taking a drink of wine. "This is fine."
She took a gulp to finish off her other drink, then sighed and leaned her head on my shoulder. I put my head on hers for a second of intimacy, then sat back up. That is, until my eyes were drawn to the collar of her shirt... and then lower. At the angle I had, it was a clear shot straight into the crevice between her breasts. I realized what I was doing and my head snapped forwards towards the TV.
We talked about post-graduation plans, and when the episode ended I helped myself to a second glass of wine, Peggy reluctantly sliding back up to a seated position.
"Hey, um, Winson...," she said, softly.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"Do you want to maybe do something besides TV?"
"Like what?"
"Maybe... I dunno... we could play a game or something?" She bit her lip uncertainly.
"Sure," I said, without thinking about it too much. "I'm down to play a game. What did you have in mind?"
"What about truth... or strip?"
I choked on the wine. "What?" I asked.
Peggy smirked a little. "So you've played truth or dare, right? Well, instead of daring... it's always truth. And if you refuse to answer, you have to take a piece of clothing off instead."
My mind flashed back to my peek of Peggy's cleavage and my dick jumped a bit at the idea of seeing her boobs completely.
"Uh, sure. I guess I can play that," I said, my mind racing at the possibility. I just needed to figure out what I could ask that she wouldn't answer.
"Okay, then," she said. "I'll start. When did you lose your virginity?"
"Freshman year of college."
"With who?" she asked.
"Nope, that's a second question," I told her. I decided to go straight for a hard question... with a game called truth or strip, I had little doubt where these were going to end up anyways. "Who was the most scandalous person you masturbated to?"
Peggy's jaw dropped slightly, then she smirked. "My cousin Raymond. He used to be on the swim team and would show up jacked as hell in a speedo to family gatherings."
