Page 25 of Be Your Anything
I wasn’t expecting this tonight, to be locked in a laundry room with Lucas Pearson, to be expected to jerk him off while everyone waits outside, drinking and laughing and getting high.
This game was definitely not my idea, though it started off a little more innocently than where we’re at right now.
It was a game Otto invented last year. A mix of truth or dare, spin the bottle, and a pair of dice with words on them—words likesuckandlickandpenis.
Leave it to a man to turn every game into something sexual, though I guess us girls are just as complicit.
We started off with simple truth or dare, asked by the person at the opposite end of the bottle. The dice are a bonus that usually becomes much more preferred the more people drink and smoke, as inhibitions continue to drop.
Paige had to tell the story of her first orgasm.
Aaron stripped naked and walked around the house in a bikini.
Ji-Eun made out with Rebecka.
It all seems like fun and games until one person decides it’s time for something sexual to happen.
I’ve never borne the brunt of it before, but tonight, everything seemed to fall on me all at once.
Now, Lucas stands next to me in the laundry room, the smell of him overwhelming in the best way, waiting for me to reach into his pants and jerk him off. Because that’s what Iwas dared to do.
“No, I totally want to,” I say in response, wondering what the hell I’m doing.
I mean…it isn’t that Idon’twant to touch Lucas.Of courseI do. He’s been the only thing on my mind for a long time.
But I guess I never envisioned it like this, something that happens at the hands of fate and the dirty minds of our peers, an intimate act made less so by the ears waiting outside to hear Lucas shout out his orgasm.
“You do?” The surprise is hard to miss, and I see his eyes assessing me, trying to figure out something he doesn’t understand.
“Yeah, it’ll be fun,” I say.
There’s a pause, and I can hear his breathing pick up, feel the warmth of it washing against my cheeks due to how close we’re standing to each other.
“I mean, I’ve never done it before and you’ve probably done this lots of times, so I’m sorry if I’m not good at it.”
“Actually, I haven’t ever done this either.”
I can’t hide my shock. “Really?”
He chuckles.
“Sorry, I just…I guess I assumed you and Remmy…I mean, you were together for a few months and everyone talks about stuff like that all the time, you know?”
I see him nod. “Yeah. Well, we haven’t done anything yet. I mean, we never did. I guess there’s noyetanymore since we’re not together, huh?” He pauses again. “But no, we didn’t do anything more than just make out on her couch.”
“Oh,” I say.
Because what do you say to that?
The guy I’ve been crazy about for years wasn’t boning on the regular with his gorgeous girlfriend? I can’t help the relief I feel, knowing I won’t be measured against anyone, knowing he won’t be wishing I was someone else the entire time, someone who knows what they’re doing.
“So, how do you want to start this?” he asks.
“I mean, don’t I just…” I make a jerk-off motion and Lucas breaks into a fit of laughter.
“Hey! What’s so funny?” a voice calls through the door. “Is Lucas’ dick really that small?”
A number of laughs echo in the room outside of where we stand, and I let out a long, uncomfortable breath.
