Page 72 of Strum Me

She just giggles and I see I can’t rely on her to get me out of this.

“Okay, ready contestants?” We both nod, and he continues, “Never have I even been caught cheating on a test.”

We both hold up our paddles and I lean over to peek at hers.

“Ooh, Mary, you naughty girl. Me too! Not that it did me any good!”

“Okay next one. Never have I ever eaten something off someone else’s plate without them knowing, then pretended I didn’t when they wondered where the food went.”

“Oh. I can honestly say no to this one. I usually sit next to Marius when eating, and he only eats beans and tofu…I mean, have you read what side effects beans have?”

“Okay, so, here are a few suggestions from the audience,” the host tells us, holding up a handful of cards.

I look down and see Emily, and even from here I can see an evil glint in her eye. Either she’s going to get me in trouble with the crowd, with Dennis, or with her. I know her enough to know she won’t let this opportunity go.

“Oh my, I had no idea our audience was this inclined. You guys have been reading too much Fifty Shades.”

Uh-oh.

“Okay, never have I ever…been caught having a ‘sleepover’ in air quotes, by my sleepover buddy’s young child.”

That little, crazy, evil wench.

I hold up my paddle to show “I Have” and hang my head.

“BRAD!” The host walks up to me, saying my name in shock horror.

“What?”

“You devil you!”

“Hey, you didn’t say caught doing what? It’s a sleepover. I might have been caught sleeping.”

“Oh really? What were you caught doing then, and remember you’re hooked up to a lie detector!”

“We were…playing…Twister.” I finish my sentence and brace myself.

There’s a loud buzz and a bucket of water washes over my head.

“And Brad loses the game! Thank you, Mary, you are our winner today, and you’ll be taking home a one hundred pound iTunes voucher.”

“Yeah, thanks Mary.” I glare at her through my saturated bangs, then I grin and reach over and give her a big, wet hug.

She screams then bursts out into laughter, shaking off the water from her clothes.

I look out to the crowd just in time to see Emily fall off her chair. I jump up, worried. But then she shifts and the wench is doubled over in giggles.

Revenge is a dish best served hot. Over and over. Naked and in my bed. Beware, Emily.

***

“Wait, we need to stop. We have to figure out what this all means,” she says, panting.

I move my mouth from her nipple, but keep my cock buried deep inside her.

“Um, right now?”

“Ugh, stop, fuck, no, don’t stop, God, your cock feels so good.”