Author's Note: First of all, if you've found this story randomly, then welcome.
However, if you follow me, or even if this is your second story of mine, I want to give a brief explainer. All my stories take place in the same universe. You will see a lot of character crossover. Generally speaking, they are posted in chronological order. But each story should still be able to stand alone. And thus, you should be able to read them in whichever order you choose.
I'd also like to thank P_Anderer for graciously editing this story.
Enjoy!
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"Never have I ever had group sex."
Aimee looked around at the other four. "Really? None of you?" she asked, putting her last finger down. "You all are making me look downright slutty."
The group laughed.
"I mean if the shoe fits..." Phillip said, eliciting another round of laughs.
Aimee pursed her lips and made an exaggerated frown.
Beth stared at the other girl with newfound fascination. She knew Aimee was a very sexual person. Hell, Aimee flirted with everyone she met, men and women alike. Still, Beth would never have guessed she had done half the things she had admitted to tonight.
To be fair though, she didn't know her all that well. Honestly, although they were all friends at this point, none of the group really knew one another particularly well.
The five of them were just finishing up a three-week study abroad term in Shanghai. As the only English speakers in their group, they had worked together several times throughout the course. But the program had kept them so busy, they had barely had time to actually hang out. The only reason they were free now was because they were all flying out in the morning. Back to their far corners of the globe.
And so tonight they had loaded up on cheap Chinese beer and gathered in Aimee's dorm room to play drinking games.
There wasn't much in the way of furniture, so they were all crowded onto the room's one small bed. Aimee reached into one of the plastic bags next to the bed and pulled out another huge bottle of beer, refilling everyone's cups. They had gone through two others already. "Cheers, mates," she said in her thick kiwi accent.
Beth raised her drink, to tap it against the others'. Besides herself and Aimee, the other three were boys. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but Beth found them each attractive in their own way.
Henri was a black guy from some university in Montreal that Beth could never pronounce right. His head was shaved bald and he spoke with a slight French lilt. He had the broad shoulders and squat, thick build of someone who had grown up playing hockey.
Phillip was almost the opposite. He was tall, and tan, and lanky with long blond hair that he was constantly running his hands through. He had chosen to go to the University of Hawaii because his only real aspiration in life was to one day be a "surf bum."
And finally, there was Avi. He was originally from India, but went to school in London. Although he was certainly good looking, it was in a sort of mousey way, like he had never quite taken a break from studying long enough to consider himself in that light.
"Wait, you've really had group sex?" Avi asked Aimee, his voice full of confusion more than anything else. He ran a hand through his thick black hair. "Like, multiple people? All...just having sex?"
She gave a little shrug. "That story might have to wait for another time. Or at least until I've had more to drink." Aimee was an absolutely stunning New Zealander. She had wavy brown hair cut into a cute bob. Her boobs were on the smaller size, probably not more than a B cup, but she had legs for days, and an ass that was as close to perfect as Beth had ever seen. Tonight, she was wearing a short pink dress that accented it particularly well.
"Honestly, I think it's cool how at ease you are with your sexuality," Beth told her. "I've always wished I were a little more adventurous."
"What's stopping you?" Phillip asked.
Beth laughed. "Mainly being mortified of what other people would think." She had been raised in the American South by very religious parents. Her two years in college so far had given her some space to explore, but it was still sometimes hard to shake the way she was raised.
Aimee licked her lips. "I won't tell anyone if you want to try anything out."
Beth laughed again at her friend. That girl would flirt with anyone.
"I'm not sure you're doing your virtue any favors," Henri noted.
The brunette rolled her eyes. "After that game of never-have-I-ever, I think my virtue is pretty well in tatters already." She looked back to Beth and raised her eyebrows. "You just let me know if you're ever feeling adventurous. I've always had a thing for blondes."
"You know that after tomorrow, we'll live in different hemispheres again," Beth replied.
Aimee cocked her head. "I guess time is of the essence then."
Beth stared back at her nervously. She couldn't tell if the other girl was joking or not. After their last game, it was clear that Aimee had had plenty of experience with the same sex. But Beth had only ever kissed a girl once. And that was behind a closed bedroom door when she was drunk at a party. She felt heat rise to her cheeks at the thought of experimenting in front of a group of boys. However, she was surprised to feel heat between her legs at the idea as well. Putting on a show like that would certainly qualify as adventurous.
"Sooo, what should we play next?" Avi asked, clearly sensing her embarrassment.
Aimee stared at Beth for a long moment with amusement on her face. "We could play truth or dare?" she suggested with a shrug. "Tennessee rules, of course."
Phillip scrunched up his face. "The fuck does that mean?"
Aimee frowned. "You know, when you play with cards."
"Aimee, sweetie," Beth said. "I'm from Tennessee. I've never played truth or dare with cards."
Aimee shrugged. "Maybe it's just a kiwi thing."
"But you call it Tennessee rules," Henri pointed out.
Another shrug. "I don't know. I thought it was like Texas hold 'em. Shit gets named after America all the time."
"What exactly are Tennessee rules?" Avi asked.
"Well it's like normal. You pick truth or dare. Except you also hold the three face cards. King, queen, and jack."
"Annnnd, what do they do?" Phillip asked.
"Well you can only play each card once. For the entire game." Aimee explained. "When you play the king, you're the king. You make everybody do the challenge with you. So if it's a truth, everyone has to answer the truth too. And if it's a dare, everyone has to do it with you."
"Wait," Henri said. "What if we dared you to do something weird... like masturbate? And then you played the king."
Aimee raised her eyebrows. "I guess we'd all be rubbing one out together." She paused. "Makes you think twice about what you'll dare someone to do, right?"
Beth felt that heat between her legs again. "And the other cards?"
"Queen means you pick a mate. Someone to do the truth or the dare with you. And jack means you get to give it to someone else. Because the jack is like a rogue." She smiled. "He's a rapscallion."
Avi frowned. "This is how everyone in New Zealand plays truth or dare?"
"At least in Wellington," Aimee replied. She flashed a glance at Beth. "So what do you say?"
Beth felt herself nodding as she heard the guys consent. She had a feeling the night was about to get interesting.
"Great, I'll go first," Aimee said. "Beth, truth or dare?"
Beth narrowed her eyes at Aimee. "Truth," she answered.
Aimee smiled. "How many men have you had sex with?"
Beth felt all the eyes in the room fixate on her. "I think I want to play my jack," she answered, feeling clever. "So I'll turn it back to you Aimee. How many boys have you had sex with?"
Aimee rolled her eyes, and then paused to count. She had to go through all the fingers on both hands and then start over. Twice. "Twenty-eight I think. But only like five or six were really good at it. Your turn, Henri."
The Canadian nodded his head in appreciation, before pausing to consider his turn. "Aimee, truth or dare."
She looked him over with a coy smile. "Truth."
""What's the craziest thing you've done with someone of the opposite sex?"
"Well, we didn't waste any time getting back to this." She smiled and took a sip of her beer.
"Sorry," he replied. "You can play your jack if it makes you uncomfortable to talk about."
She waved a hand at him dismissively. "No, it's fine. I'll actually play my king. I want to hear everyone's story." She turned to Beth. "Normally we go anticlockwise."
Beth felt an immediate sense of panic. Her craziest story was not something she was proud of. But somewhere deep inside, she also didn't want to start lying on basically the first round. She took a deep breath, and then a long sip of her drink, before finally nodding. "So I had this boyfriend last year who was really into exhibitionism." She paused. "Y'all better not judge me. I've never actually told people about this."
"This is a safe space," Phillip said with a reassuring nod. And an eager smile. The others nodded their agreement.
Beth sighed again. "Well, he was constantly trying to talk me into fucking in front of people. And I was resistant...because, you know, the mortification. But also, just like, gross. Anyway, he finally wore me down. So one night I agreed to let his friend film me going down on him." She scoffed at the memory and shook her head.
