Page 64 of Counter Bet

I keep quiet. I can’t find it in me to be jealous when it involves a friend of ours. I was there that night with her and Rick. I know she needs to explore this new side of herself, and Ben does too, since he lets it go without comment.

Princess pulls back, humming in satisfaction. She looks over at Matt and purrs in a sugary voice, “You taste good.”

For a brief second, no one makes a noise, and then the room erupts with laughter. This girl never ceases to surprise us.

Josh drops down in his seat. He rubs his chin in thought, flashing a devilish smile. “Okay, princess. You challenged me, so it’s my turn. You didn’t technically give me the option to choose between truth or dare, but I forgive you.” He winks. “I’m feeling kind tonight, so I’ll let you choose. Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” The awkward girl who wrung her hands when she first arrived is nowhere to be seen. The girl sitting in front of us now holds her chin high. Her peaked nipples are visible through the thin fabric of her light blue dress.

Josh settles his eyes on me, grinning like the devil. “Fuck Dallas.”

My heart stops

I glare at Josh. Emily has never been with a girl before. I doubt she wants her first time to be in a room full of people for a stupid dare.

“Here, on the couch?” Princess asks.

I gulp.She wouldn’t, would she?

“Sure.” Josh shrugs. He doesn’t think she’ll go through with it.

Steph gestures for Nina to move, and I stare after them as they go to sit on the floor.

Emily walks over to me, and for the first time tonight, I feel uncertain. I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable. It matters to me that she likes my friends and feels welcome here. I’m painfully aware that most normal people don’t do this.

“To clarify, Dallas. She’s going to fuck you. Not the other way around, so keep your hands to yourself. If I see you touch her, it’ll be you streaking naked down the hallway tomorrow.” Josh says, looking smug.

I turn to Emily. “You don’t have to do th—”

“Shhh!” She presses a finger to my lips.

My heart hammers in my chest as I stare at her.

She pushes the straps off her shoulders, and the dress soon falls around her feet.

The room draws in a collective gasp. Emily is a vision in white lace.

Her eyes darken. She trails a manicured finger over her supple breasts and circles her nipple through the lace of her bra.

If she wants my attention, she has it.

She places her knee between my legs, leans over me, and grabs hold of the back of the couch. Her tits strain against the lacy bra.

My mouth waters, so I dig my nails into the couch to stop myself from pulling down the cups and sucking on her nipples.

Emily runs her nails over my collarbone and dips a finger inside my cleavage. “Remember the time I spied on you with Lauren in the bathroom?”

How can I forget?

She leans in closer, and her lips brush my ear as she whispers, “I think about it when I fuck myself at night.”

My chest is heaving. I dig my nails in further.

“Take your clothes off,” she orders, walking over to the coffee table and pouring two shots.

I don’t take my eyes off her as I remove my clothes and sit shivering with nerves.

Emily downs the first shot and then arches her back and pours the second shot down her front. It soaks through the lace of her bra, revealing her rosy nipples. She chucks the shot glass on the floor, and the sudden sound of smashing glass startles us all. She leans over me again, pushing her ample tits in my face. “Lick the tequila off my skin.”

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