Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. ************************************************************************ CHAPTER THREE - THE GAME A crash from outside the bedroom door awakened me. I rolled over slightly, noticing the clock radio next to the bed read 10:04. We had been asleep for nearly four hours. I noticed a rumble in my stomach, but my thoughts about food were quickly extinguished as I heard quiet voices coming from the living room. "Anyone like a beer?" It was Bryan. A number of voices answered. It sounded like there were at least six people in the room. Surprising they made so little noise, after all, birds of a feather, and Brian was not known for his quiet demeanor. "Are you sure this is cool?" An unidentified female voice asked. "Yeah. Cal and his girlfriend are off camping somewhere or something. They won't be back `til Monday." Usually, I take little interest in Bryan. Cal ended up being "stuck" with him as a roommate when one of his other buddies transferred to USC. His other roommate, Jake, was cool, but very shy. I don't think he'd said five words to me in the three month period I had known him. The conversation continued, but I could make out very little. Cal rustled in the bed next to me. "Shhhh," I whispered. No response. I sat up, and leaned closer to the door. ****** A faint beam of light shone through the pale shade on the window. I rolled over and took in Serena's body, looking radiant as ever. The redness caused by the sunburn had already started to fade, and she looked stunning. About that time, I realized that I had once again stolen the sheets, leaving her with no cover. Her placid face showed no indication of being disturbed by that fact, so I continued to take in her body. Moving to my side, I gasped slightly as my sunburned skin stretched over my shoulders. Serena opened her eyes. "Hi there." "Hey." "Sleep well?" she asked, leaning forward to kiss me. "Okay." "What time is it?" "Little before 7:00." "Get enough sleep," she asked with a grin. "Nope. I think I'll sleep for another three days." I said, yawning jokingly. "Wanna go get some breakfast? My treat." "Sure. We can go get some more aloe while we're out. Hey, wanna play some golf today?" ****** I admired Cal's butt as he teed up his ball. "Lock and load," he said as he lined up his shot. With a fluid swing, Cal drove the ball down the fairway. The ball began to drift right and landed behind a large pine tree. "Damn." "Better luck next time," I said to him with a smirk as he turned around. I walked past him to the tee box and patted his rear as he passed. Glancing over my shoulder as I bent down to place my tee in the ground, I noticed he was checking me out. "Cut that out, pervert." He stuck his tongue out at me. I connected with the ball with a swoosh and thwack sound. It carried straight down the middle of the fairway. "Lucky shot." "Jealous?" "Hmmph." He responded. We hopped in the electric cart and Cal began to crazily speed down the hill toward our balls. Splashing through a puddle, he skidded to a stop in front of my ball. "Seven?" I asked. ****** Serena sat across the table from me. I was totaling our scores. "98." I said. "Not bad. How did I do?" "That's your score." "Really?! I broke a hundred?" "Yep." "What did you get?" "89." "Wow." ****** The rain started up again as we climbed into my car. An ominous cloud overhead signaled a much larger storm than the one we had battled on the golf course. I peered over the steering wheel and looked up. "Gonna be a nasty one." "Why don't you give us a little forecast, weatherman?" She said with a grin. "Well, Serena, here's the situation. A major storm front has moved in from the west, bringing with it lightning, high winds, and heavy rainfall. We've received reports of golf- ball sized hail from our reporting station." I said as I tossed a golf ball her way. "Go on," she said as she caught the ball. "The National Weather Service has issued a severe thunderstorm warning for the following counties." "All you need now is a schtick." "How?" "You need to be one of those goofy guys who wear a bowtie or something. You know the type." "You're saying I can't get by on my good looks?" "Maybe," she said, running her hand through my hair. "Hey. You want to go chase tornadoes with me this summer?" "What?" "I'm going to sign up for a `special topics' course. One of the things you can do is go chase tornadoes, then write a paper about it." "You've got to be joking." "Come on, it'll be fun. Driving all day, then spending the night in some podunk midwestern town, then driving some more." "Ughh. Honestly, Cal, I think you should have stuck it out in the Geography department." "Please. Meteorology is far more exciting than geography. Besides, I'm graduating at the end of the semester this way." "Were you serious about hail? I need to go put my car in the garage." I started the car. Why did you keep the mousetrap? Why did you keep the dishrack? These things used to be mine I guess they still are, I want them back We sang along together. Broke into the old apartment Forty-two steps from the street Crooked landing, crooked landlord ****** "Oh! I've got a story to tell you!" We were sitting on the couch, having finished a dinner of spaghetti and french bread. I broke my gaze from the baseball game and looked into Serena's eyes. "Shoot." "Your roommates aren't going to be home for a while, are they?" "Bryan is at home, shouldn't be back till tomorrow, and I think Jake is on a date." "Really?" "Yep." "Who with?" "I don't know. Some girl." "You haven't seen her?" "No. Now, please, tell me your story. I'm on the edge of my seat." She hit me with a pillow, then began. "Last night, after we fell asleep, I heard Bryan come in with a bunch of people." "Who?" "I don't know. Let me finish. Anyway, they were apparently coming back from some party or something, cause they all sounded a little tipsy. So Bryan starts talking about some game. He was explaining the rules to everyone." "A game? Like a card game?" "A board game, I think. I'm not sure. So, they're all being really quiet, which I thought was odd." "Especially coming from Bryan and his crew." "So I crawled over to the door so I could hear better." "Snoop." "Shut up. Anyway, they were just kind of talking and joking around for a few minutes. I was about to give up at that point, but I decided to stick it out for a couple of more minutes. I guess at that point I fell asleep for a second, because." "You fell asleep? In the middle of all this excitement?" I asked sarcastically. Serena glared at me. "Do you want me to finish?" "Yes, please. I'm sorry." "Anyway, I fell asleep, but I woke up again, because there was this big crash." "A crash." "Yeah. It sounded like someone had picked someone else up, but dropped them." "Ouch." "Yeah. So anyway, they started talking. They were arguing about what someone had to do if they failed a task. So apparently, the person's punishment was to tell their most embarrassing experience. It was a girl, and she was really quiet. I couldn't hear what she said. So apparently, they moved on to the next round of the game or something. I heard Bryan describe it as `embarrassing or sexual, but not too personal, but with no contact' or something like that." "Hmm, this is starting to get interesting." "Yeah. So Bryan offers everyone another beer. I guess most of them took one, but anyway, they kept playing the game. The next person had to talk about pornography for 30 seconds without saying the word magazine." "Did he do it?" "She. Yes. She talked about porn on the internet. Stories, pictures, all that. She sounded pretty knowledgeable. Anyway, they kept going like that, someone had to talk about lingerie with out saying the word silk. Someone else had to use a condom in a non-sexual way." "How'd they do it." "Don't know. I think he blew it into a balloon." "How unimaginative." "Yeah. So, then they moved to the next round. Bryan described it as `sexual, mildly personal with contact.'" "The plot thickens." "The first person had to eat a banana in a provocative manner. Everyone was laughing. I'm not sure if that means she did a good job or not. The next person had to describe three sexual positions." "Which ones did they do." "He, I think it was Bryan, said missionary, doggie style and cowboy." "Okay." "Okay, so the next person had to describe the sexiest piece of underwear they had. It was the quiet girl again, so I couldn't hear what she said." "Bummer." Serena looked at me questioningly. "Bet the quiet girl is hot," I said with a knowing grin. "How would you know?" "I don't. I'm just giving you a hard time," I said, nudging her in the ribs. "You're this close to not hearing the good part, wiseguy." "Sorry. Continue." "Okay, so they moved to the next round." "What did Bryan call that one?" "Don't know. Someone was making a racket in the kitchen. I'm surprised they didn't wake you. Anyway, I heard something about embarrassing. So the first person has to describe a sexual fantasy." "And?" I was getting into this. "It was the quiet girl again." "How did it get to be her turn again?" I asked, mildly annoyed. "Hell if I know. Anyway, the next guy had to rank the girls in the room by how well he thought they kissed. The next person was a girl named Jen, and she had to rank the guys on how nice she thought there butts were." "Did they verify this?" "No, that comes later." I did a double take. "Yeah. So anyway, by this time, there's lots of giggling and whispering. The next guy had to pose in a compromising position for a picture with one of the girls." "What did they do?" "I don't know, but by this point, I was getting pretty curious. They started laughing pretty loud, so I moved the chair out from under your doorknob and opened the door a little bit. They were all sitting in a circle on the living room floor. I was kind of dark, but I could make out Bryan, that guy he was with the other day." "Jeremy." "Yeah, and one other guy. Then there were three girls. Anyway, they moved on to the next round. Bryan described it as sexual, tough and personal." I nodded my head. "Quit smirking you pervert." "Who was watching?" "Shut up. Bryan is next. One of the girls asks him to tell everyone the color of his underwear, and prove it. Bryan jumps up and drops his pants, he was wearing blue boxer shorts. So Bryan tells one of the girls. I think it was Jen. that she has to remove her bra without removing her shirt. She did it, then asked one of the other girls to educate the room about the basics of safe sex. One of the guys had to guess the color of one of the girls' underwear, but he was wrong so he had to take off his pants. The last guy had to demonstrate a sexual position with the quiet girl." "What did he do?" "Doggie style." Serena said with a smirk. "What next?" "The last girl had to put on a blindfold, kiss all the guys and tell who was who." "Did she get them all right?" "Of course not. She got them all wrong. She had to do one of the things from the next round." "What did Bryan call that round?" "I don't think he had a name for it, but he said something about the game being for all the marbles from then on. Anyway, the guys all got together to pick out her punishment." "And?" "She had to take off her clothes for the rest of the game." "All of them?" "No, she left her underwear on. So Bryan was next, and the quiet girl told him to rank the girls in the room by how nice he thought there boobs were." "And?" "And what?" "How did the rankings go?" "Jen came in first. I couldn't hear the other two names." I nodded appreciatively. Jen was definitely a knockout. "What next?" I asked. "Okay, so Bryan ranked the girls. Oh yeah, Jen had to rank the guys on how big she thought their dicks were." "I don't want to know." "Of course. Anyway, one of the guys had to french kiss one of the girls. Then they moved to the next round. For the first one, the quiet girl had to rank the guys on how big she thought they were, but then she had to verify it." "Wow." "Yeah. So, she lined them up, and they had to drop their pants. I couldn't see much, unfortunately, but Jake's was the biggest. Then the boy with no name had to do the same for the girls' boobs. Jen ended up being the winner, although from what I saw of the other two, they weren't bad either." "Not as nice as yours though." "Of course not. Anyway, Bryan was saying that they technically were going to the next round, but it became mostly a free for all after that." "What do you mean? An orgy?" "Umm, yeah, I guess." "Holy shit." "Bryan had to look at the girls breasts, then identify them with his eyes closed. Then Jake played with the quiet girls crotch." "While she still had clothes on." "Nope." "Wow." "Jen had to pick two other people and have a threesome." "Oh my god." "After that, the game pretty much ended." "I could imagine." "I think you already are," Serena said, glancing down at my bulging crotch. "You had to tell the story. So what happened next?" "Well, for a minute, everyone was kind of making out and stuff, but then Bryan said he had one more challenge for Jen." "What was it?" "She had to lay perfectly still and quiet while he sucked her off." "Did she do it?" "For about a minute. Then she couldn't take any more and wrapped her legs around Bryan and pulled him down. I couldn't see much because they were behind the coffee table, but she was definitely not being silent." "So everyone just got it on right in the middle of the living room floor?" "Not everyone. Jake and one of the girls did it on this couch." "Uhh." "Pretty good story, huh? And it's all true." "That's it? You're just going to leave me hanging. No gory details about screaming orgasms or flying cum?" "Gross." "You wouldn't make a very good sex story writer." "I like to do real stories." "Not even a little detail?" "Okay." "Well?" "Jake has a huge cock." "Oh." "Jen's boobs aren't nearly as nice as mine." I nodded. "Oh, and the quiet girl ain't all that." ****** I got up to go to the bathroom. Cal was staring into space. The muted TV flickered, showing an image of Larry Walker crossing home plate after hitting a game winning home run. Walking back into the living room after relieving myself, I stood in front of Cal, interrupting his daydream. "Want to go get a movie?" I asked. "Sure," he said, finally looking up at me. "What are you in the mood for?" "Something funny." "The Rockies won." "Really?" "Yeah, they just had the highlights on," I said, pointing to the TV, which showed an image of Kenny Mayne and Dan Patrick. "8-6. Larry Walker hit a grand slam in the bottom of the ninth."