“Ilove this game!” I shout.
I couldn’t be more excited if you put me in a store full of gold axes.
“I hate this game,” grumbles Vincent, opposite me.
After a full day of decorating however Briella wanted, we’ve finally taken a break. Rory made everyone a snack of apple cider and one of those flat boards with all the cheese, fruit, meat slices, nuts, etc. Raphael said no dinner until after the game. Makes sense with how many orgasms we’ll have. More than ever with Briella in the middle.
She’s adorable, curled up like that, hugging her legs to her chest, rocking just a little. Her royal blue dress rides up, showing off more of the stockings on her thighs. Pretty silver stars all over the fabric. And a circlet of holly berries resting on the newsboy’s cap she always wears.
I reach out and pick out a sprig of evergreen from her curls. She smiles. Blushes. But she doesn’t speak. Must be a little intense, being the center of attention—surrounded by all of us, watching her like she’s a present we can’t wait to unwrap. Shekeeps sneaking peeks at each of us, not flustered so much as flushed—like the heat rolling off her is more arousal than nerves.
Rory’s lounging next to me as usual, idly inspecting his fingernails. Occasionally, he winks at Briella and mouths the words “I love you”, milking it for all its worth—her giggles, red cheeks, twinkling eyes.
If Raphael lets me have her tonight like he hinted, I’ll make sure to get all those and more. But I’m sure we’ll wear her out beforehand with this game.
Pew Pew hobbles into the center of the circle, nudging her for attention. She coos and strokes the back of his fur.
“Vincent, if you’ll take the skunk to its designated room so we may begin the proceedings,” Raphael uses his “official” voice.
“Bye for now, little stinker,” she scratches under his chin before Vincent follows Raphael’s order, then comes back not long after.
Raphael nods to Jude, who signals the rest of us. Vincent groans. Rory mutters something unintelligible, but ultimately, we all join hands. Briella keeps rocking, doe eyes straying to us.
Jude bows his head, squeezing Vincent and Raphael’s hands. “Spirit of play and to our supreme leader, we thank you for the gift placed in the center of our circle.”
I can’t help watching Briella. How she parts her lips before huffing.
“For laughter, for desire, for truth yet to rise from shadow,” continues Jude with that reverence of his. “May this game reveal what needs revealing, and dare what needs daring. Keep our minds sharp, our hearts open, and our bodies safe. And should any of us fall tonight…” He cracks one eye open and grins. “Let it be from pleasure.”
It reminds me of Thanksgiving.
Now, that was a great day. My dick jerks in my pants when I remember how we tied her buck naked in a pretty X on thedinner table and loaded up our curvy, plump platter with the Thanksgiving feast. A bit of stuffing and cranberry sauce along her pussy and between her thighs. Mashed potatoes on her sweet stomach. Butter honey rolls cut in half for her tits. Turkey cutlets between her fingers.
Best part was Jude joining all our hands and thanking Raphael for the bounty bestowed upon us.
Briella glared daggers the whole time, but by the end, she was quite thankful indeed.
Now, she lifts her head, glances at Jude, then Raphael. “Is someone going to tell me what’s going on?”
“Truth or Dare,” I say.
She turns to me, lets the words settle in, then questions, “Is this some kind of joke? New holiday hazing ritual or something?”
“Call it whatever ye want. Ye still be playin’ it with us.” Rory bobs his brows.
“The Solstice is a good time to ponder and reflect,” Jude explains, his jaw ticking as she meets his stare, “as well as to be mindful of our blessings and grateful for the warmth we share in the dark. This game is not just for kicks and dares. It’s a way to strip things down, to see each other more clearly. We ask. We reveal. We risk. And sometimes what comes out changes everything. It’s not always easy. But it’s always necessary.”
She’s all swooning and melting for the doctor. Jude is the mouthpiece when Raphael doesn’t want to explain shit.
“So, who goes first?” she wonders.
“You do!” I chime in.
“Explain the rules.” Raphael’s tone drops.
Jude leans over and tenderly tucks a few curls behind her ear. “If someone chooses Truth when you propose, you must remove an article of clothing. They are revealing something. You will, too.”
She blushes something even fiercer. Crazy how she’s still shy after all this time.
