SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 93 - NINETY THREE

- HAZEL -

I’m drunk. Ridiculously drunk yet I still have some sense of my environment and what the fuck I’m doing, which is a good thing. This party rocks! I still don’t understand why outside this building looked gloomy and desolate but this part of the mansion is buzzing with energy and life.

And the best part? I’m bonding with people. Right now, we’re playing a game. One I’ve never played before and definitely sure it was invented for the sole purpose of this party but it’s fun.

At the back of the house is a pool coloured with red dye. The decor here is to die for. Everyone is putting on something witchy, or wizardy, or Frankensteiny or zombie-y with fake blood and props and all that.

Our drinks are red. Even some mini jars are labelled to fit the theme. I don’t know how Carol pulled this off, but I definitely would love to attend another party she hosts.

Maybe, just maybe, I may host one someday. It’s been ages since I’ve had my house buzzing with people. It’s been ages since I was in that house.

Now, back to the game. It’s a large boardgame, like a dark fantasy version of monopoly. Just with better things and an eye for the dice. The pieces are creepy figures and when someone’s piece actually goes to jail, the person steps into a cardboard carved jail and waits there till he or she can play again.

We’ve been rolling dices with drinks and snacks coming. I’m having way too much fun with everything going around. Even the snacks look spooky yet are delicious. I roll the dice and cross my fingers.

Please give me double six. Please give me double six. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

I finally let the dice on the board, watching it carefully. It stops moving and I peer my head closer. It’s a four and five. I groan with frustration, taking a good sip out of my cup. Remember the mix Carol gave me earlier? It’s fucking divine. I’m addicted to it.

I move my piece around the board. I’m going to pick a card and read. Please be a good card, I can’t do something bizarre. One of us had to eat worms. Not real worms, just jelly with a laxative mixed in it. I hope that won’t be me. I gulp.

"Drinks, anyone?" Carol asks, walking our way with a tray. I didn’t notice when she stood up and left.

Everyone cheered, signalling for more. I drown the content in my cup down my throat and align my cup with the other used ones, reaching out for the one on Carol’s tray. After passing the drinks around, Carol takes one and sits my by side. "You guys are still playing this? Boring!"

I eye my card and place it on my chest. It says I should forfeit everything I’ve owned and stay in the blood pit. For the blood pit, I’ll have to dip my face in strawberry syrup which I don’t want.

"I was starting to think the same. Let’s play something else!" I say, keeping my voice loud. I’d rather play a different game than lose everything I made. It’s a game but it’ll suck and I know I’ll react badly for sure. Maybe even rip the board. "Anyone else think that way?" I look around, leaning forward. I stretch my hand out and sway it over the board scattering everyone’s piece positions and the game. They may hate me for it, but now there’s no going back. "Oh no, my hand slipped. Sorry!" I shrug.

Apart from the gapes and whining from the people I was playing with, Carol giggles. "You’re such a clown." She whispers in my ears, grinning.

"There are better games than the board games if you all are interested." Carol adds, loudly this time so everyone could hear her.

Oh we know. I have been dying to ask Carol how she could assemble all of this but haven’t had the chance.

This looks like a freaking arcade but one that fits the theme and I don’t know how. Carol told me she was here for a short period, is this her place? I already know her parents are freaking rich but with our fees, everyone’s parents must be rich.

But she’s not a student? Hmm, I just figured I don’t know anything about her.

"How about we have a fun game of never have I ever? Or truth or dare!" I pipe in, trying to keep everyone intrigued. "We’ll set boundaries of course. Some of us don’t want to piss off our other halves." I say mockingly, holding my hand at the side of my mouth like I was trying to hide what I was saying from others. Giggles arose amongst us. I’m glad they actually think I’m funny.

"I’m in." Carol chips in. Well isn’t she a darling? I requested this game just to find out the truths about her without coming off as weird. Plus, I wonder if her looks are the only sexy thing about her or if she’s done a lot of nasty stuff. My teenage mind is overly intrigued.

"Why, thank you. Anyone else?" I look around.

Someone shrugs. "I see no harm in that. Boundaries must be made though."

A dude leans his lower body forward and rests comfortably on the sofa. "I’m just looking for someone to suck my..." I throw anything my hand could find at him. It hit his face and he stops talking. Good.

"Anyone else?" Come on people, fall into my ploy! The others hesitantly agree.

"Just got five minutes. I want to check out other stuff here." Someone says.

That’s a valid point.

"Okay, we’ll keep it to just five rounds. After anyone has chosen two truths, you must choose two dares next." I say.

"Fair enough. I’m in." Someone adds.

"Always in for anything slutty." A blonde says. I swear, she makes me think of Savory.

"Ditto."

I grin, enjoying the fact that everyone agreed. I take one of our used cups and place it on the board which is on a mini glass table at the center of the sofas we’re all seated at. "Everyone do say what you wouldn’t like to have in this game so we can come up with the rules that suit us all." I chirp in. "We’ll spin the cup and ask ourselves the question. Just so it’s fair, it’ll go around from that point so everyone will have the chance of asking and answering."

"What’s the punishment of not doing the dare? We must say the truth after all." Someone asks. Valid question.

"I’m not sure, take a drink?" I shrug. I didn’t think this far.

"Like that’s a punishment. We’ve been drinking all night." Someone says and the laughing in unison is not missed.

"I’ll think of something. Nothing disgusting like dipping your head in toilet water or being thrown in a pool though, but I’ll think of something despicably disgusting. At least that’ll keep everyone on their toes." Carol chips in.

I wink at her. "I’ll pass out a pen and paper. Everyone write down what you’d not like to be dared so we can make the rules." Carol says and stands up.

I feel a slight sting in my stomach and move my hand to rest on it. Maybe I’ve had so much to drink tonight and it’s taking a toll on me.

Carol returns with a small stack of papers and pens. She hands it to the first person on the other sofa and tells her to pass it round. I wonder what I want to ask Carol. I have so many questions in mind but what wouldn’t be too personal?

I spin the cup, checking the flexibility it has on the board. It spins quite well. "The end points to the person who’ll ask first." I say while everyone still writes down.

"This should be intriguing." Carol says to me. I turn to face her. She has an amused grin on her face. Her eyes seems to glimmer too.

"I hope so." I pinch my stomach with my fingers. I hope I don’t have to use the restroom.

"Want more of this in your drink?" She asks, holding a small bottle.

As tempting as that is, my stomach can’t seem to take any more. "No thanks, I think I’m done drinking. Anything at all, not even juice."

Carol shrugs. "Fair enough."

She dips the bottle into her dress, in front of her cleavage and I stare at her in awe.

I wanted to say something but the ache in my stomach deepens. I can feel it all over my body, like I was being pierced by needles.

"Tummy hurts?" Carol asks, looking at me with a smile. I managed a nod. "It’s supposed to."