Page 43 of Enraged

“We left the whiskey inside!” He waded to the side closest to the door. “And towels!” He climbed over the side with expert balance.

We get it, you’re a firefighter.

He returned a moment later with the bottle of Jack Daniels and two fluffy towels. Grinning, he held up the bottle. “Let’s play Never Have I Ever!”

Dakota

“Never have I ever gotten a speeding ticket,” she proclaimed proudly. I turned up the bottle.

“That’s only because you’re pretty. You drive like a bat outta hell.”

She laughed. “Your turn.”

“Never have I ever been bitten by a dog.” She thought it over for a second before reaching for the bottle.

“Never have I ever been inside a burning building.”

Cheap shot.

She handed me the bottle. I gulped it quickly before sitting it on the side of the tub.

“Oh, so we playin’ like that?”

She laughed.

“Okay, princess, never have I ever made a candle.” She grabbed the bottle and turned it up.

“Never have I ever saved someone’s life.”

Another sip for me.And proud of that one.

“Never have I ever painted my nails.”

Another sip for her.

We may as well just drink without the game…

I should have pointed it out, but I didn’t. I was having too much fun playing Battle Shots with her.

“Never have I ever worn an oxygen tank.”

Another for me.

“Never have I ever curled my hair.”

“Oh, you’re just graspin’ at straws now.” She stood and snatched the bottle, the movement revealing her extremely transparent tank top. My dick grew underneath the water.

Should I point out that her shirt is see through?

She passed me the bottle. “Why are you makin’ that face?” she asked.

You’re too respectful not to let her know.

“Your shirt is see through.”

She looked down immediately and shrugged. “Well, you saw them last night anyways, right?”

“Yeah…”

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