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.
"I guess so," I said, feeling my hands grow sweaty.
Damon and I turned towards each other, slowly bringing our faces closer together, until our lips met. We both pulled away instantaneously.
"You call that a kiss?" Miranda said, mocking Damon from earlier.
"Oh, shut up," he echoed.
I felt my cheeks redden and a faint smile grow across my face. I was slightly embarrassed about being seen kissing another guy, but I was also slightly aroused. Maybe it was the fact that I was so turned on from watching the girls kiss and dance on each other, but maybe it was something else. I found myself wanting to kiss someone again, and I wasn't entirely opposed to it being Damon.
A few rounds later, Damon picked up the final King. "What do you guys say we make things even more wild?" He said. "The last rule is: Whenever someone drinks, they have to remove an article of clothing."
"Ooh kinky," Miranda said, grinning excitedly.
"You're crazy, Damon," Laura said, but her mouth betrayed a curious smile of her own.
"Uhhh... I don't think I'm going to participate in this rule," said Chelsea. She seemed weirded out by it, but I didn't care that much. It would still be nice to see Miranda and Laura - and even Damon - take their clothes off in front of me.
By the end of the game, I was in heaven. Laura had her shirt off, and she was wearing a tan bra over her C-cup breasts. She was curvy, but in a good way. She still had her jeans on, and I was really hoping to see what she had underneath. Miranda, meanwhile, was down to her underwear; matching powder blue bra and panties that looked incredible on her olive-colored Greek skin. She was also a fitness fanatic, and it showed. She had toned abs and legs, and her underwear revealed a sexy V-shape going down her hips. It was like the ultimate porn fantasy. All I had to do now was close the deal with one - or both - of them. I didn't even care that Chelsea was still fully clothed. I wasn't even paying attention to her anymore. I even stole some glances towards Damon; he was in his boxers, showing off a thick, muscular chest and arms. He had a little bit of a gut, but nowhere near chubby or fat. Me, on the other hand, only had my shirt off. I was much slimmer, but in shape. I had toned arms and abs, but was in no way "ripped." Nonetheless, I was proud of my body (I caught the girls looking my way every now and then.)
"What do you guys want to do now?" Damon asked once the game was over.
"Anybody up for a game of Truth Or Dare?" Miranda suggested.
"What is this, seventh grade?" Damon joked. He suggested playing simply "Dare," to which everyone agreed.
"Who wants to go first?" Damon asked the room.
"I'll go first," Miranda said. "Who wants to dare me?"
"Hmmm, I dare you to make out with Damon," said Laura.
Without another word, Daman and Miranda leaned forward and kissed. I was able to get a glimpse of Miranda's ass in her underwear - toned and firm. But I also couldn't help but notice Damon's ass in his boxers. I felt an urge to reach out and touch it, but held myself away.
"Alright, my turn," Miranda said after pulling away. "Chelsea, I dare you to kiss Scott."
My heart jumped and I felt my face turn red. I looked up at Chelsea, and her face was as red as mine. I was about to open my mouth to speak, but she beat me to it.
"I don't know about this," she said. "It's just weird. Scott's like my brother, you know?"
"Of course, no problem," I said. I was disappointed, but there were still two other sexy women sitting half-naked in front of me. I was going to be fine.
