"Truth or dare?"
"Da- no truth. No, no, wait daaaare. Truth, never mind truth," Dinah laughed.
All the girls were drinking up a storm in a little cabin they rented in Colorado for the weekend. Dinah laid back on her elbows with her legs in front of her. The girls were arranged in a circle, playing a drinking game that resembled Truth Or Dare, Strip Poker and Never Had I Ever.
"Okay, truth. If we were the only ones left on Earth, which one of us would you fuck?" Lauren asked, laughing. Of course, Dinah already knew who she would be with. She looked at Camila laughing from across the circle, dancing from the music playing over the speakers. Her vision blurred from her alcohol in her system. She was feeling the margaritas from an hour ago.
"Camila," she looked at Dinah. Her breathing stopped catching her eye. She didn't know what it was, but since the moment they met there had been this tension in the air. Dinah often thought about Camila below her in bed as she dipped her hands into her panties. The fantasies she had were endless. She could barely think when Camila entered the room. And the worst part? The worst part was she knew Camila felt it too.
"Camila?! You would pick Camila over me?" One of the girls yelled. All the girls threw pillows at Dinah. They all laughed when one hit her in the head, breaking her eye contact with Camila.
"Camila, truth or dare?"
"I'm feeling risky; dare me."
Ally took a swig of tequila straight from the bottle. She made a face that showed she was not a big drinker.
"I dare you," she pointed at her with a shaky hand. "I dare you to give Dinah a lap dance."
Dinah perked up from her position on the floor. "What? No," she demanded.
"Don't be stuuupid. It's just for fun," Normani stated. She stood and went to the other room.
"Yeah, Dinah. Just for fun," Camila winked at her. Ally pulled up the music on her phone and changed it to a song with a sultry beat. Normani came back with a chair from the kitchen table. She fell back down to the floor with the other girls. They all passed the tequila bottle around and drank it like water. They were drunk as hell and were going to have massive hangovers in the morning.
"Dinah, sit here," she dropped the chair noisily on the floor. Dinah crawled up to her feet sluggishly with the alcohol in her system. She sat down on the chair and laid her head on the back, pretending that she had no interest in Camila's lap dance. Yeah, right. She was getting wet just thinking about it. Her nipples were rock hard underneath her big, chunky sweater.
Camila stood in front and slowly rocked her hips back and forth. She threw her arms up in the air and grinded down on the floor. The rest of the girls laughed; they opened up yet another bottle of tequila. Camila stood up and moved to where Dinah was sitting. She straddled her lap on the big chair and grabbed Dinah's hands. She moved them to her small hips while she grinded on her lap.
"Take it off!" One of the girls screamed as the rest of them threw dollar bills at Camila. They laughed; Camila started to take off her tight sweater. She moved her hips to the beat as threw her shirt to the ground. She was only wearing a tiny bra and a skater shirt. Dinah's jaw dropped. This is what she was dreaming of every night. Well, maybe not this exactly, but Camila taking her clothes off while straddling her body, this seemed like a dream.
Camila moved her hips in circles next while taking off her bra. Dinah couldn't hide her rough breaths anymore. She wanted to take one of her breasts into her mouth, suck on it, bite it, tease it. Anything. The girls screamed in the background in giggles. Camila put her hands on the back of chair behind Dinah's head. She began to move back and forth like she would riding someone. Her petite breasts moved close in Dinah's face.
