I snorted and didn’t answer.
Something about me being right, he insisted.
I don’t know what you’re talking about, I replied blandly.
Lying to yourself now? We both know— Wait! Here they come! Remember, it’s your job to seduce her. It’s in the Handbook.
Not you too, I thought. Whose side are you on?
* * *
We hung out and listened to music in the octagon room until Trip and Wren came home. They stumbled through the front door, and Wren burst out laughing.
Trip shushed her, but he was almost as loud. “You’ll wake the whole house.”
“Don’ care. C’mere.”
The door thumped shut, followed by the sounds of drunken groping and kissing.
“I can’ find the zipper,” Wren panted.
Lily covered her mouth to stifle a giggle.
I decided to interrupt before things went too far, but Trip stopped them first.
“Not here,” he told Wren. “Go on up. I’ll be right behind you. I left my stereo on.”
“Who cares?”
“I do. I don’t wanna blow a tube.”
“Oh, all right. But hurry.” She started up the stairs, stumbled back, and then continued at a deliberate pace.
Trip appeared in the doorway but stopped abruptly.
“Hey,” I said, a bit lamely. “Sorry ’bout that. I was going to say something, but…”
“We thought y’all were asleep,” he said.
“No. We finished casting Christy’s pieces tonight. We decided to celebrate.”
He glanced at Lily and was tipsy enough to suggest, “Hey, if y’all wanna—”
“No,” I said quickly. “We’re just hangin’ out.”
He realized his mistake with comical embarrassment. “Oh, right! I didn’t mean— Yeah. Sorry. Hangin’ out.”
“FYI,” I told him, “Lily’s spending the night in Christy’s old room.”
“That’s cool. But I’d better not keep Wren waiting.”
Right on cue, she called down from the top of the stairs, “Where’d you go? Trip?”
“Be right there!” he shouted back. “Duty calls,” he said to us. “Don’t stay up too late. Get it? ‘Stay up’?”
The girls laughed and watched him go, and I used the distraction to pour the last of the whiskey into my own glass. I wasn’t going to drink it, but Christy and Lily were drunk enough already.
“I know,” Lily said, “let’s play Spin the Bottle!”
Christy loved the idea. “Please, please, Paul. Can we?”
“Sure, why not.”
“Me first,” Lily said. She grabbed the bottle, set it on the floor, and spun it across the room. It clanked into the wall. She snickered and crawled after it, and my gaze tracked her ass. It was round and firm and looked fantastic in tight jeans.
It’d look even better without ’em, the little head said, completely predictable.
“Oh, boy,” I muttered to myself.
Christy’s eyes glittered with a smile. I told you so, she added silently.
Fortunately, I was sober enough that the big head was still in charge. Don’t get your hopes up, I told her.
She frowned but accepted it.
Lily returned with the bottle and sat on the floor in the middle of the room. Christy and I joined her.
“Okay,” I said, “let’s try this again.” I spun the bottle gently. It stopped on Christy, who sighed with disappointment. “Want me to spin again?” I teased. “Till it stops on Lily?”
“Funny, ha ha.” Christy leaned over and kissed me, quick and chaste.
“Your turn,” I said.
She spun and sighed again when it stopped on me.
“My lucky night.” I gave her a real kiss instead of a quick one.
“Mmm.” She opened her eyes slowly. “That was nice.”
I spun the bottle and stopped it with my toe. It pointed at Lily, and Christy’s eyes glinted with excitement.
Lily nervously moistened her lips. I kissed her hard enough that she moaned, although she broke off and glanced at Christy as soon as she realized she’d done it.
“It’s okay,” Christy said. “It’s only a game.”
Lily nodded uncertainly.
“Your turn,” I told her.
The bottle stopped on me. I kissed her again and leaned into it. Her chest heaved gently as I sat back. My next spin stopped on her, no toe required, and our kiss heated up quickly.
I gave her a moment to recover before I turned the bottle so she could spin it. She swallowed hard when it stopped on Christy.
“You have to do it,” I said.
Lily nodded uncertainly, although the kiss lasted several heartbeats before she sat back and opened her eyes.
“That was… nice,” she said at last.
“Looked pretty nice from here too.” I grinned.
Christy spun next, and my foot twitched again.
“Sorry,” I said insincerely. “Leg cramp.”
She shot me a grin and leaned across to kiss Lily. It lasted longer, and they were both breathing heavier when it ended.
We spun several more rounds, and each kiss grew more intense. I touched Lily’s thigh during one, and she was so worked up that she had to stop herself from using tongue when she kissed Christy. I didn’t hold back when Christy’s spin stopped on me. She squeaked in surprise when I cupped her breast.
“Oh my gosh.”
“Is it getting hot in here?” I teased.
“Hot and slippery,” she said under her breath.
Lily grinned.
A sound from upstairs interrupted us, and I laughed when we realized what it was. The ceiling in the living room began to creak in an age-old rhythm.
“Is that…?” Lily said.
“Yep,” I said. “And that’s my cue to take Christy to bed.”
“I wish Will was here,” Lily said.
Christy shot me a look, but I shook my head.
Why not? she asked, almost petulantly.
Because. I know what I’m doing.
She nodded but didn’t look too happy about it.
“It’s his loss,” I said to Lily. I stood and didn’t bother to cover the bulge in my jeans. It was right at Lily’s eye level.
She noticed and swallowed hard, while Christy silently watched.
“Trust me,” I whispered in her ear as I helped her to her feet.
“Yes, sir.”
I extended a hand and helped Lily as well. My foot bumped the whiskey bottle, so I nudged it with my toe and made a show of looking down. It pointed at Lily.
“One last kiss?” I suggested. “Before bed.”
She moistened her lips, closed her eyes, and tilted her face up.
I kissed her gently and then pulled her close. Her breasts touched my side, and I moved my hand on her ass. She moaned softly and leaned into me. Then she opened her mouth, and her tongue found mine. We kissed for a long, breathless moment, until she pulled away and opened her eyes. I caressed her ass before I let my hand drop.
“Sorry,” she said to Christy. “I didn’t mean to get into it like that.”
“It’s only a game,” I said.
“Yeah,” Lily agreed. “It isn’t for real.”
None of us believed it.
“Are you ready for bed?” I asked her. “Christy’ll get you settled.”
* * *
I sat on the bed and stroked my erection as I waited. I couldn’t hear a sound from next door, but my imagination ran wild as the minutes dragged out. The little head was afraid they might start without us. The big head wasn’t convinced. Lily wanted to do something with Christy, but she probably wouldn’t have the guts to make the first move.
I was right. Christy slipped through the door a couple of minutes later.
“Take off your clothes,” I told her without preamble.
She did it in record time, and her eyes never left my hard-on. I slid down in the bed and guided her into a sixty-nine. She started sucking immediately. Her pussy was practically dripping, so I parted her pink lips and slid two fingers into her. She groaned around my shaft and bobbed a couple of times.