Page 44 of Spin the Damn Bottle

Nanee grins, and crawls across the floor to the blonde.

"No touching before the timer starts." Harry's seriously invested in following the rules of engagement.

"Ready when you are, darling," she tells her boyfriend, though her attention's entirely on Sarah Dee.

"And…go."

Nanee wastes no time, spreading Sarah Dee's long legs and burying her head between her pink summer dress. The actress throws her head back and moans, arching her spine. She gathers her skirt past her waist, baring her milky thighs. She's not wearing anything other than thigh-high socks. Her pelvic hair's trimmed in a tiny, neat heart.

I cross my legs, feeling my core heat and tighten.

"Holy fuck, Nan," Sarah moans. "You're so good with your tongue."

"Isn't she just," Harry says, his voice rough.

Of their own volition, the inner muscles of my thighs contract and let go. I'm loving the friction, so I keep going.

Nanee's relentless, her head moving in every direction, tongue out. She licks. She blows. She rubs with her fingertips and curls digits right inside Sarah Dee's cunt, fucking her fast and hard.

"That's it. Right there, Nan. Please keep going. Yes, yes, yes!" Sarah screams.

I watch her convulse, her entire body trembling before she goes limp. Nanee looks up between her legs and winks at her, before glancing at her boyfriend. "Time?"

"Two minutes, twenty seconds left."

"Got it." She tries to shimmy out of her leather pants as fast as she can, but it still takes her a good long while. Underneath, she's in a lacy black thong that she removes a lot faster.

Sarah Dee hooks her right leg over Nanee's and hops forward, until the apex of their thighs meet. They both start to move together, breathing hard and fast.

"One minute," Harry announces, driving them to move faster.

Nanee leans forward and kisses Sarah Dee's mouth, as they keep scissoring each other.

"Jesus," I whisper, as my heart races in my chest.

I wouldn't have even thought I was much into girls until now, but oh my god, this is fucking hot.

"You like to watch, too, hm?" Jason whispers, running his tongue along my neck.

Definitely.

"And, time! Good effort, girls, but only one point."

"Feels like at least a hundred," Sarah Dee purrs, still rubbing against the other woman's pussy, though she moves slower.

"Now, girls, you know the rules." Who would have known a rock legend was so into following rules? "And we need room for the next spin. Move. You can get back to that after the game."

Nanee sighs, but she does stop fucking her friend, gathers her things and gets back to her place—though she doesn't bother to pull the trousers or panties back on.

"Who spins now?" I ask Jason, but I must have spoken louder than I thought.

"It's Nanee's choice," Jeremy tells me. "And Nanee always picks Harry."

"Always." Oscar rolls his eyes at her.

"Nadia can have the next go." She sticks her tongue out at him."That'll show you."

I stare at her in horror. Shit. I have to do this. Next. It's my turn.