Chapter 2
Double Dare:
SEGGSY
Edition
Lizzy Rutherford | 18
Friday evening
It's almost 6:00 p.m. My parents barely left five minutes ago and my walls are already vibrating again from a different car that's pulling up to the garage--vibrating from both the engine and from the loud-ass rap music coming from its speakers. Before I even have a chance to get out of bed, a horn blares three times.
"Lizzy!" Piper screams from down below. "Get up!" When I look outside, I find her with her head out the passenger's side window. "It's party time, betch!"
"WOOOOO!" she and Whitney scream in unison as they climb out of the red Subaru Legacy. As soon as they're out, they start twerking.
Savanna just climbs out of the driver's seat shaking her head.
"You're lucky I don't have neighbors!" I shout. "Door's open! I'll be down in a sec!"
By the time I get downstairs, the girls are just walking in.
First through the door holding a box of pizza is the slender, beautiful, strawberry blonde with hazel eyes, Whitney Emmerich. "Hey girl!" she greets, looking around the house. "Where's this surprise you have for us?"
I smirk. "No surprise until we're appropriately fucked up..."
"If we have to be drunk first, it's got to be really good," Whitney says.
"If we have to be drunk first, it probably means it's something we won't like," Savanna Lockhart, the curly-haired brunette with bangs and a case of resting bitch-face mutters.
Whitney shoots her a look. "Let's be real, Sav. If Lizzy wants us to get drunk beforehand, it's because she secretly just wants to get your uptight-ass to relax since you never like anything fun."
You hit the nail on the head,
I think, keeping my facial expression neutral.
Because I'm sure if Savanna the prude sees a dick-shaped flower, she'll just get her panties all in a bunch and complain about how inappropriate it is or something.
Savanna glares at Whitney over her cat-eye glasses.
"No!" I say before they start to argue. "I just want us all to be turnt the fuck up because I want tonight to be the crazy, pre-college sendoff we deserve!"
"That's my girl," Piper, my raven-haired bestie, says as she finally walks in with a heavy tote bag in hand.
Savanna is dressed modestly per usual, sporting a teal shirt and high-waisted jeans. She's not even wearing makeup. Whitney has on a bit of makeup with eyeshadow that matches her pink sundress. However, Piper Cummings, the former sex goddess of Yelm High School, has her face all done up and she's dressed in a skimpy skirt with a lowcut tank top that showcases her perky C-cups. Something tells me she's expecting to see some boys tonight. Then again, I'm sure at some point she'll sneak off to see Jake Landau the way she always does when she comes over.
Piper is seduction incarnate, the girl every guy wants to be with--the exact opposite of my plain-Jane-ass. There's a reason why every boy from our high school couldn't help but cover their crotches with textbooks whenever Piper Cummings walked past them down the hall. That reason is also why Jake didn't hesitate to make a move on her in ninth grade even though I've been by his side since we were toddlers. Hell, he's known Whitney and Savanna since I introduced them to him in kindergarten and he's never once expressed interest in them either, not even after they hit puberty, and they're both prettier than most girls from Yelm.
There's a reason why Jake keeps pursuing her even though
literally
everyone knows she's hoed her way through school.
"I stole a bunch of White Claws from my sister," Piper says, giving me a naughty look as she hands me the heavy tote bag.
That naughty look isn't her flirting with me. Even though she's straight, it always feels like she's flirting with us whenever she stares at us. Some girls, like Savanna, have resting bitchface. Then there are girls like me who always look bored and sort of sad. But Piper has resting fuck-me-eyes--topaz irises that always seem to pop in an almost unnatural way because of how they contrast against the dark eyeshadow she always wears. It also doesn't help that her default expression is this pouty look where her plump lips are slightly parted like a French model who's using sex to sell perfume--parted like she's just always seconds away from getting on her knees to suck dick.
Maybe that's because she
is
always seconds away from giving someone a BJ. I mean, there's a reason everyone at Yelm High called her the Cummings Dumpster, a nickname that she was proud of...
Because she pretty much blew all the hot guys from our school...
And she's been barebacked and creamed quite a few times since going on birth control...
"Good," I say, smiling at her before turning and walking the drinks to the fridge, "because we're going to need chasers for the Captain Morgan."
After White Claw number two and shot number four, I dump some ice in the cooler, put the rum and a few Claws inside, then I hand the bag off to Whitney. Now I head to the garage to grab a few battery-powered lanterns.
When I walk back into the kitchen and place a lantern into my backpack, Savanna looks at me with an arched brow. "Why the fuck are we going to need lanterns?" she asks in a bit of a slur.
"Because it's going to be dark soon, and the surprise is in the woods."
"We heading to Fiander Lake?" Whitney asks.
"Ooh, please tell me you have four hot guys waiting for us out there," Piper says, dancing to the song that's bumping on the speakers. "I'd very much like to get dicked-down tonight!"
"What else is new?" Savanna groans with a roll of her eyes.
"Nope. And
nope
," I answer. "The surprise is much closer than the lake." I turn and smile naughtily at Piper. "I promise you won't be disappointed though."
On the hike over to the southwestern corner of the fence, none of us are walking in a straight line, and all of us are basically yelling and cackling like we're half a mile away from each other.
Right as we're about to hit the fence, right as that heavenly aroma excites my nostrils, Piper inhales once really hard, pauses for a moment, then sniffs again in short, rapid puffs. "Yooo!" she moans out. "What the fuck is that delicious smell?"
"Oof, fuck..." Whitney moans next. "It's heavenly."
"Seriously," Savanna says, closing her eyes and inhaling deeply.
"Smells like sugar, sex, and flowers..." Piper adds.
Giggling, I climb over the fence. It's only after the horniness makes me squeeze my thighs together that I realize how damp my panties are already. "How do you all feel?" I ask with a smirk.
Piper's chest heaves as she straddles the fence. "Horny as fuck."
"Umm... same," Whitney whispers shamefully as she climbs over the wooden rail alongside her.
Savanna nods. Right as she's about to climb the fence, she freezes. "Wait... What did you put in our drinks, Lizzy?"
I laugh. "Nothing! That smell in the air? That's what's making you feel like that."
"What?" Whitney mutters. "How?"
"Yeah. How?" Piper adds. "Like, what flower can make you wet just by smelling it?"
Whitney's head snaps toward Pipes. "Okay, so I'm not the only one who's dripping down there?"
