The Turn of a Page

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

            All I could really remember from the rest of the night was that I had had a little too much rum and coke (but only enough to get me tipsy), and that the types of “games” that we ended up playing were really sexually orientated. The first one consisted of me, Sharlene and Ash lying flat on our backs on the floor with our eyes closed and our arms stretched out above our heads; and then in turn three of the guys had to sit over our feet, lean over and trail their hands from ours over our fronts, down our thighs and finally to our ankles; the first person to say stop (whether boy or girl) had to down the rest of their drink... plus a few other things.

            After this, and I had gotten up off the floor and realised it wasn’t Baz who was chosen to do me; I rushed to his side and made out with him for as long as I could before someone threw a rather hard cushion at our heads and made us hit both our lips on each other’s teeth and left us sucking at our lips for the next fifteen minutes until they ceased to bleed.

            Another game, that I could at least remember, was that we had to see how long (if at all) we could make out with someone of the same sex; if it’s not obvious then this is a game that guys like to bring up just so they can see some girl-on-girl action when they aren’t in a club or know any bisexuals or lesbians. This was Kevin’s idea, so I perked up some necessary punishment for him and one of the others from my house.

            ‘Ok, then since you came up with the game first, I say that you have to do it with Charlie.’ After saying Charlie’s name, I raised my eyebrows and curled my lips as I took a large mouthful of Baz’s cider that he said I could help myself to if I wanted some.

            ‘Seriously, Kez, you can be so sly that it’s almost hard to believe that you aren’t a werewolf,’ Charlie stated; and while everyone laughed we also timed his and Kevin’s snogging before they split apart and downed the rest of their lagers to get rid of the taste.

            ‘Ok, so now I think it’s the girls’ turn,’ Derek voiced.

            All of a sudden, Ashley, Sharlene and I all looked at each other with completely flushed cheeks and felt the stares of seven mature, yet rather keen, male werewolves hit us between the eyes.

            ‘Ok,’ Sharlene began, sitting up straight. ‘Who do you want?’ she asked to them all; even as she said this though, Baz, Charlie and Jamie all seemed to be a bit edgy in the way they shuffled their weight. Eying Baz, I made sure my next expression was one of more innocence than before but not so innocent that it drew attention to me. It didn’t work.

            ‘You, Sharlene, and Kerry,’ Derek said. On hearing my name, I let out a disgruntled sigh and gritted my teeth.

            ‘Fine, but I have only ever done this once before,’ I claimed. ‘And that was before I met you, Baz,’ I added to cover myself.

            Sharlene and I decided to stand up; it was very awkward looking into the eyes of a werewolf and knowing that in the next second you have to start kissing them, let alone it being a girl. She twitched her eyebrows at me, looking a bit too lesbian for my liking; I decided to smile casually back.

            ‘On three,’ she mouthed, and I counted her nods before closing the gap with tightly closed eyes and parting my lips slightly, met her across the air between us.

            At first it was very rigid and stony, but after about a minute we both seemed to relax and just carried on as though this were an everyday kiss we were giving our boyfriends (Jamie was hers).