That sinking feeling stuck in Foster's stomach for the rest of the afternoon, making it difficult to fully enjoy his after-sex cuddles with Claudia. Claudia left as soon as she woke up to speak with Mr. Rennet to confirm her safety. Even just being without her for a few minutes made Foster's fear grow. However, Joe and Micah managed to save the evening, sharing their plan for a double date full of fun involving board games and some booze that Joe was able to score from an older sibling. Drinking the booze, surrounded by his friends and love helped ease his worries.
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"Right-hand green," I hear Foster call followed by the groans of our other two friends. I manage to contort my body in a way so that I am able to follow the instruction. Unfortunately, my ass was directly in the air, basically giving everyone a show. I feel a pair of eyes boring through me sending warmth spreading from my face to my neck. I try to turn my head to look at Foster, but that small movement is enough to send me toppling over on top of Micah, winning Joe the game.
"Agh, FUCK! I totally had that one," Micah shouts in frustration. I groan and rub my now slightly bruised tailbone.
"Sorry Micah, I didn't mean to fall on top of you," I muster up an embarrassed apology.
"It's fine I guess," she huffs. "Ooh! Let's play something else! What about never have I ever," she places her hands out for everyone to see as she wiggles her fingers with glee.
"Or, hear me out, what about poker . . . strip poker?" Foster helps me up and stabilizes my body against his. I can feel something poking me from behind which only makes me blush harder. He envelops my waist in one arm, rubbing my bruised bottom and giving it a few squeezes here and there.
"Ew get a room!" Micah smacks Foster on the back of the head.
"I almost have one if you just trade me roommates!" Foster retorts with a mischievous smirk as he removes the hand from my ass to rub away the ache from Micah's previous assault on his cranium.
"Okay okay, so no never have I ever, and no strip poker. What about something easy like fucking truth or dare?" Joe picks Micah up and sits down with her on top of his lap. She snuggles her back into him and grabs her red solo cup of mysterious liquid.
"I'm down," Foster agrees, following Joe's actions, pulling me on top of his lap. I feel his erection twitch as he brings me down on top of it. I try to force memories of earlier out of my mind to focus on the game at hand.
"So who goes first?" I ask the gang, taking my own red solo cup into my hands, swirling the clear liquid around, eventually bracing myself for the bitter juice that's about to set me on fire. After some deliberation, we end up having a quick rock paper scissors battle. Of course, I lose. Joe starts.
"Foster, Truth or Dare?" he asks.
"Uh dare, obviously," I laugh at his constant need to prove himself.
"Okay, I dare you to sign up for the Karaoke thing that's planned for tomorrow night," Foster glares daggers at Joe but removes me from his lap to go out into the hallway and find the damn piece of paper that's floating around wherever. A few minutes later he's back, eyes full of determination.
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Slow Me Down
Romance[18+] Two teens, two tragedies. A young girl and her mother start a new life in a new city, searching for refuge from their past. A young boy is just trying to get through high school without leaving too much of himself. They meet and friendship blo...
