AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story contains gay, straight and lesbian sexual activity.
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Every Thursday night three of my good friends would come over to my dorm room to pregame before going out to the bars. We chose Thursday nights because none of us had class on Fridays and we usually did different stuff on the weekends, so Thursday was our night to catch up and have fun. Our pregames were typically pretty tame. Laura would bring vodka-soaked gummy bears, Miranda would bring snacks, and Chelsea would bring herself.
Chelsea was a total spoiled diva; she didn't work, her parents were rich and gave her money for anything she wanted, and she liked to have everything done for her. And I wanted her like crazy. She may have been a total spoiled diva, but she was also damn sexy and tons of fun. Even though she had way more money than me, I gladly bought her fruity-flavored vodka because she didn't drink anything else. Laura and I were completely platonic, Miranda had a fuck buddy, and I knew that I wasn't Chelsea's type, but I refused to accept that I was in the friendzone. We danced in the bar sometimes, and although it never went further than that, I still believed that I could close the deal.
The Thursday before spring break changed my relationship with Chelsea - and my life - forever.
The girls arrived at my dorm room around 8 p.m. I poured everyone drinks and we immediately began our pregame. We sat down on the floor, and I made sure to sit next to Chelsea. The first game we played was "Kings." My roommate, Kevin, also joined us, so we had five people to play. I put a can of beer in the middle of our circle and fanned the deck of cards around it. I selected the first card; 5: Guys. Kevin and I clinked our beers and each took a drink. Miranda, sitting on my right, picked the next card; a 4. We all reached for the floor, except for Chelsea; she was terrible at Kings, never paid attention. But she always followed the rules when it came to drinking. Next up was Laura, who picked up an Ace: Waterfall. The waterfall lasted about 30 seconds, and when it was over I noticed that Chelsea had drank nearly all of the vodka and orange juice that I had made for her.
"You want another drink?" I asked her.
"Yes, please," she said, finishing her cup with one final gulp. "Thank you, Scotty!"
I got up to fix her another drink, and when I got back I sat down a shade closer to her than before. It took us more than an hour to make it through the whole deck. Kevin had left by then (he was off to some party with his own group of friends), so it was just me and the three girls. All four of were sufficiently drunk and ready to hit the bars. By the end of the game, my and Chelsea's legs were touching, and she kept leaning into me while we were playing. I was pretty confident that tonight would be the night I finally closed the deal. We were just about to get up when Miranda got a text.
"It's Damon," she said. "He wants to know what we're doing."
"Tell him we're about to leave for the bar," Laura said.
Miranda sent the text and got another one quickly in return.
"Damon says all the bars are lame tonight. He wants to know if there's anywhere else we can drink."
"Tell him to come here," Chelsea said. Then she turned to me: "Do you mind?"
"No, of course not," I said. But I did mind. I wasn't thrilled about having some other guy show up and possibly ruin the vibe I had going with Chelsea. But I also didn't want to be the party pooper, so I played along.
"All right. He's on his way over," Miranda said.
Realizing I probably wasn't going to seal the deal with Chelsea, I cracked open a beer and collapsed into my favorite chair, a cheap-but-comfy wooden armchair from Ikea. I had just put my feet up on the ottoman when Chelsea started blasting "Drunk In Love," which had just been released and was Chelsea's new favorite song.
"Scotty!" She called out. "Come dance with me!"
Maybe tonight wasn't such a bust, after all. I happily obliged and got up to dance. We weren't grinding, but we were close together, and I gave her a few spins before the song was over. A couple more songs like that and I'm in business. We were listening to Calvin Harris' "I Need Your Love" when I spun her around and brought her close to me, but her phone buzzed just as I began grinding on her, and she pulled away to look at her phone.
"Damon is here!"
I tried to not let the disappointment show on my face as I went to the door to let him in.
Damon was about the same height as me - 5'9" - but the similarities ended there. Where I was slim, he was muscular. His broad chest was nearly twice the size of mine, and he had massive arms compared to my average ones. I wasn't scrawny or twig-like, but next to him I was horribly mediocre. I wasn't gay - or even sexually attracted to men - but I couldn't help but admire and respect Damon's impressive physique. We introduced each other as I led him into the living room to greet the girls, who upon seeing him all gave long, large hugs.
After Damon arrived we played another round of Kings. I noticed Miranda was subtly flirting with Damon, which kept my hopes up about my chances with Chelsea. She was sitting closer to me than before, and she would brush against me every chance she got. It seemed to me that the night was going to end well.
Miranda started the game off by picking the first card, a 7: Heaven. Everyone shot their hands upward. Chelsea was the slowest and so she had to drink.
Laura was up next; she pulled a King, which meant she got to make a rule. "All right. My rule is: No one can say 'drink,' 'drank,' or 'drunk.'"
"That rule is so hard when you're drunk," I said. I quickly realized my mistake and took a drink. "Damn!"
"Looks like it's already hard," Damon joked.
It was Chelsea's turn next and she got an 8: Pick A Date. I hoped that she might pick me, but she chose Miranda instead. They clinked their cups and drank.
Damon was up next and pulled another King. "Let's kick things up a bit," he said. "From now on, whenever two or more people have to drink, they have to give each other lap dances."
"That's a fun rule!" Miranda said. "That'll make things interesting."
It was my turn next. I was hoping for a 2 or an 8 so I could pick Chelsea and get a lap dance from her. Instead, I pulled a 3: Me.
"I guess I can't give myself a lap dance," I said, taking a sip of my drink.
Miranda got a 6 on the next turn: Chicks. "Lap dance time, girls!" She exclaimed.
Laura and Chelsea enthusiastically jumped out of their seats and started dancing together on Miranda. I excitedly watched the scene unfold in front of me - three sexy girls gyrating and rubbing their bodies against each other - and hoped that more of that would happen before the night was over.
A couple turns later, Miranda got another King and upped the ante again, making a rule that fellow drinkers had to kiss. I wasn't able to get a lap dance, but I was optimistic that I'd get to kiss somebody at some point. Preferably Chelsea, but kissing Miranda or Laura wouldn't be too bad either.
Laura pulled a 4 on the next turn: Floor. Miranda was the slowest, and since Chelsea was her date, they both had to drink. It was only a quick peck, but still the sight of two girls kissing so close to me was enough to get me turned on.
"You call that a kiss?" Damon said, egging them on.
"Oh, shut up, Damon," Miranda replied, as a devilish smile formed on her lips.
It was Chelsea's turn next, and once again I got my hopes up of getting to kiss her. To my dismay, she pulled an Ace, which meant Waterfall, which meant no one was getting kissed.
I was even more dismayed when I picked up a card and saw that it was a 5: Guys. The girls were immediately excited, whooping and hollering, but Damon and I were not nearly as enthusiastic.
"Guess we gotta do it, huh?" Damon said to me.
