“Yes,” Ferrah answered. “That’s the game. You can hear, you can smell, you can feel, you can taste…but you can’t look.”
“Woohoo,” Jennifer hollered. “Game motherfucking on!”
“Goldenboy?” Stan’s asked, sounding happy and maybe a little hopeful.
“Hi Stan, come on over here,” Ray said.
“Sounds like there might be some man on man action tonight too,” Stallion whispered in my ear.
Still no Mud though. We’d all been given times to arrive so we wouldn’t bump into each other outside. Maybe Mud had drawn the final arrival time. Or maybe Ferrah set it up that way so she could have him for herself. That was very possible.
“Anyone need a drink? You might have to shimmy on over here cause I’ll spill this shit all over myself trying to find ya in the dark,” Ferrah called out.
I slid past Stallion and over to the side of the bed. His hand settled on my waist as if he was worried I’d slip away in the darkness. I sensed he was claiming me.
“I’d like more. A lot more,” I said as I held out my cup.
Sexplay
Laughter filled the air. We were all getting drunk and having a fantastic time. We’d started a drinking game to ease the tension in the room. Truth or dare was the natural choice. We’d played similar games online so there wasn’t a whole lot we didn’t know about each other.
I chose truth the first time around. My question? Had I ever masturbated thinking about anyone in the room? I had. I’d fingered myself to thoughts of Stallion and Jennifer. I would never say that I’m gay but I think there’s a curious bone in my body. Stallion was the perfect package and you’d have to be inhuman to not fantasize about Jenn.
Ray chose dare and was dared to kiss Stan. He didn’t hesitate which I think kind of surprised us all. I couldn’t see anything but I could hear their lips smacking and the hungry sigh of one of the guys.
Veronica chose truth and was asked if she’d ever had a threesome. She had. Twice. Once with her ex-husband and one of the female members of her band. And once with her husband and one of his male coworkers. She’d enjoyed herself very much on both occasions and would definitely be up for doing it again.
Stan never took his turn as the guys dropped out of the game early and seemed to be getting along just fine on their own.
Jenn chose dare of course. She was dared to suck on one of my tits. I almost blurted out, “I object!” but I didn’t object.
The sane part of me that went to work every day and sat at a desk and paid my bills on time and cleaned my house and sent whatever extra money I had to my adult children…that part of me silently screamed, “No!”
But the other side of me, the one who’d spent so many nights with Vinnie the vibrator and who’d once fucked her ex-husband with a strap on dildo—his request not mine—that part of me wasn’t so silent. That part of me said out loud, “It’s okay, Jenn.”
The room erupted with cheers, chants, and howls.
“Where are you?” she asked as she searched for me in the dark.
“Here,” I said.
I reached out to her and found her. She moved closer to me and I lifted my T-shirt. She pulled it all the way off which kind of surprised me. I wasn’t expecting to be that vulnerable even in the dark.
“Can I take off your bra?” she asked.
I hesitated.
“I can just lift one of the cups if you want.”
“No, it’s okay,” I said. “Just take it off.”
And she did. She reached behind me and found the clasp, removing it with an ease no man could match. When she pulled it off, I felt liberated, completely free from constraints.
And then she found me. First her hand cupped the bottom of my left tit. She gently raised it up and then she took me in her mouth. So moist. So warm. So welcoming and soft. No rush. Just a gentle swirling of her tongue working around my nipple. I wanted to sink into her and pull her face against me. My pussy was dripping wet.
I gasped. It just came out.
And the crowd went wild. More hooting and hollering.