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Nothing had really changed since that wild party at our place. I still hopped on discord most evenings, yelling over the headset at Mike and Tom while we gave the latest friend slop game a try. Their banter as it always was, full of the same dumb trash talk, no weird pauses or anything.
Sarah and I kept things rolling too, bingeing shows on the couch with her feet in my lap, teasing each other as we always did. Maybe I was the one overthinking it all. Maybe Sarah didn’t even realize what she was doing when she made Mike lose it during truth or dare. Could’ve just been the buzz from the drinks, and the energy of the group.
Our sex life was also just as hot and regular as always, the kind that left us both wiped out and grinning.
Two days after the party, one night hit different for me though. Sarah climbed onto the bed, positioning herself over the fat dildo we had just mounted, easing her pussy onto it with these long, slow rolls of her hips. She took every inch, her wetness making it slide right in. After riding for a minute she bent over to wrap her mouth around my cock. She sucked hard, her tongue reaching down toward my balls as she bobbed, her free hand gripping my thigh. We did this toy play regularly, it ramped up the fun, and let her get off while blowing me. But watching her ride and grind that thing so deep, her ass flexing with each thrust, her moans muffled around me, it stirred something extra tonight. Echoes from the party maybe, reigniting fantasies I had held close to my chest.
Those fantasies hung around, popping up when I least expected. Flashes of Sarah’s skin glowing under the party lights, Mike’s sharp intake of breath, the way everyone cracked up.
Despite this uncertainty I felt, there was a part of me that knew at the end of the day Sarah was mine regardless of what happened (probably something to do the engagement ring she proudly showed off any chance she had), and this turned me on more.
A week later, Tom hit up the group chat, asking the five of us over to his and Lisa’s place for a Friday board games night. ‘Keep it chill,’ he typed, ‘got Monopoly queued up, some chips and dip, maybe try that new one with the hidden roles.’ Mike replied fast with a thumbs up and a brain emoji, already geeking out clarifying that ‘the game with the hidden roles is Coup’. Sarah peeked at my phone, nudging me. ‘Yeah, let’s go. Been too long since we played anything like that.’
We showed up around seven, the smell of pepperoni pizza hitting us as Lisa pulled us in for quick hugs and handed out some drinks. Tom had the table set with the Monopoly board out first, money stacks and hotels ready. Mike rolled in last, lugging a bag with Coup nestled on top. We grabbed seats, kicking off Monopoly because Tom insisted on it every time he hosted.
Sarah settled in right beside me, her knee brushing against mine under the table every so often, those fleeting touches grounding me amid the game’s chaos and sending faint sparks up my thigh. Across from us, Tom and Lisa huddled close, her body angled into his as they negotiated over rent deals. As with every Monopoly marathon, we never crossed the finish line; Mike and Sarah emerged victorious, draining the rest of us dry and declaring a draw. They pulled each other into a celebratory hug, arms wrapping tight, bodies pressing just a beat too long, and if not for the events of our last get-together, I’d have dismissed it as harmless fun. But now, my thoughts spiralled into forbidden territory once more, pulse quickening at the memory.
When Mike finally stepped back, my eyes dipped involuntarily, catching the unmistakable bulge beginning to strain against the fabric of his pants
After grabbing another round of drinks Mike dove into explaining the rules for Coup, waving his hands like he was directing traffic, getting us all chuckling. The drinks continued to flow as stories spilled out about a road trip in which the three of us boys got lost and ended up in a city of the right name in the wrong state. We played for nearly an hour with Tom finally getting the win he so sorely desired.
Lisa called for snacks, and we piled into the living room, munching on pretzels and cold cuts. Talk shifted to work gripes and what shows we were into. Sarah rested her hand lightly on my chest from her spot on the chairs arm while Mike rambled about a comic con panel he was at that went wrong, the room filling with our laughs.
We sat for a final few rounds of Coup. I noticed Sarah’s eyes light up when she drew a good character. She allied with Mike for one play, their heads close as they plotted against Lisa. ‘Team up or die,’ she joked, and I played it cool, ribbing them both. The energy stayed fun, competitive but tight, those little glances and laughs building without tipping over.
By midnight, we called it, Lisa yawned after losing her final life. ‘Good game, you cheats,’ Tom said, clapping backs as we packed up.
At the door, Sarah hugged everyone goodbye, her arms around Mike a beat longer than with Lisa before Tom pulled her in for a quick goodbye. I watched from the step, her smile bright under the porch light, and as she came up to me she gave me the biggest kiss, it hit me how lucky I was.
As we headed to the car Sarah excitedly said ‘we should organise another hot tub party this weekend, just the five of us this time’. She said this as as she intentionally grazed her hand across my crotch, she knew what she was doing, and she was doing it well.
Before we pulled away from the driveway, I sent out a message in the group chat, thanking Tom and Lisa for hosting, before extending the offer for some hot tub time at our place on Sunday. That gave plenty of time for Saturday’s hangover haze to lift. Replies flooded in before I could even lock my phone, and bam, my thoughts ignited once more, buzzing with the countless possibilities of what was coming next.