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The crowd laughs at the lame-ass shot and Luis shoots me a dirty glare, like it’s my damn fault he has no hand-eye coordination.
Maddox and I throw next, both making the shot effortlessly, like we always do.
The crowd goes crazy with drunken cheers. Something cold and wet hits my bare back, and I’m sure there are others behind me soaked from someone’s tossed beer.
When I glance at the twins, they’re both scowling at Maddox and me. I mean, I would be too if I were losing and the other team were six cups away from winning. Judging from the number of cups they have left, the only way they stand a chance of winning is by a miracle. They’re not even halfway there and I only feel the slightest of buzzes.
Ten more minutes go by and I’m really hoping we can be done with this game soon. I’m getting tired of having to drink this warm beer and I’ve had to take a piss for the last half hour.
Maddox and I have one cup left and surprisingly, the Moore brothers only have eighteen to make. They did a lot better than I thought they would, but by the sway in their stances and glossy look in their eyes, I’m guessing someone is going to be calling an Uber after Maddox and I sink this last one.
Maddox makes it into the cup on his shot. Now all I need to do is make it into the same cup and we can have two fifty-cup beer pong game wins under our belts.
Channeling out the crowd and everything around me, I focus on the ball in my hand and the cup sitting in the middle of the table on the other side. It’s the same way I am when I’m playing in a soccer game. Everyone around us disappears and it’s just me, the ball, and the cup. I think that’s why Maddox and I work so well in these types of games. We’ve been trained to tune out screaming fans in stadiums, so a few drunken college kids is nothing to us.
I lift my hand and let the light ball glide through the air, straight for the cup. From this angle, I can’t tell whether or not it will actually make it. I’m holding my breath, waiting for the ball to disappear behind that rim and call it a game. One, so I can get the douchebag brothers out of my house, and two, so I can relieve the pressure off my bladder.
The crowd around us is quiet, waiting to see what will happen. Maddox has his hands in his hair, clutching it tightly.
The ball is going…going…and going, until finally the musical sound of splashing beer rings in my ears.
“Holy shit, motherfuckers, we won!” Maddox yells and slings his arm around my shoulders.
Everyone around us is going crazy, splashing beer and hoisting bikini-clad chicks up into the air. You would have thought we won the damn World Cup by how excited these people are, not some college drinking game.
When I look over at the Moore brothers, both have their jaws hanging open, stunned. I walk away from Maddox, who now has his tongue down some chick’s throat, and make my way over to the losers.
Crossing my arms over my chest, I make sure to keep my balance now that I’m starting to feel the effect of the alcohol. “We let you guys have your fun, now get the fuck out of my house. I don’t want to see either of you at one of our parties again.”
Luis goes to say something, but Ben grabs his forearm, dragging him out of the house.At least one of them was smart this time, I think to myself.
After I watch them grab one of their football buddies and leave, I make a beeline for the back door, hurrying to get inside and take a piss.
When I reach the downstairs bathroom, I stop at the line of girls starting at the door and leading to the hallway. No way would I be able to hold it for that long.
There are only two other bathrooms in the house, one upstairs that Levi, Mateo, and I share. Then there’s the master, which is in Maddox’s room. The lucky bastard gets the biggest damn room in the house all because he drew the highest card when we got the place.
The crowd by the stairs is too congested and if I don’t find somewhere to go now, my pants are the only option.
An idea comes to mind, and I decide, fuck it, no one will notice. Running out the back door, I make my way to the side of the house and, yes, the coast is clear. Quickly undoing the tie of my bathing suit, I lower it enough to pull myself out and let it all flow.
My head falls back, and I let out a loud moan at the relief. Nothing feels better than this moment.
Ten seconds go by, and I still have a steady flow going. When I feel it come to an end, a loud gasp comes from beside me. Turning to see who it is, I’m jerked to a stop at a hot as fuck girl standing there. She has long, almost light brown hair that looks soft as silk as it hangs loose down her shoulders. Her skin is pale, as if she has not been spending the summer in the sun like the majority of everyone here. She’s not dressed like the rest of the other girls here. Her black, basic T-shirt is flattering, hugging her perky, full rack, but flows down over her stomach and her shorts are surprising since I think the only bottoms girls are wearing tonight are the string kind. Nonetheless, her shorts make those long legs look hot as hell. How is it that this girl is turning me on more than the half-naked ones at the party?
When I make my way back up to her face, her eyes are wide and she’s staring at me too. I mean, she’s really staring at me…with my dick out…in my hand. Well, this isn’t awkward or anything.
I go to make an introduction, but she quickly turns and runs in the other direction. Damn, nothing like having your junk out to ruin the moment.
2
BLAIRE
Running through the backyard, I stop when I’m far enough away from the side of the house and try to catch my breath. I can’t believe what I saw. That guy was just standing there, right out in the open, doing his business. Is that common for people around here? Doesn’t he know there is a bathroom right inside? And another thing, why did I stand there, staring? It was like I couldn’t look away. It isn’t like I’ve never seen a penis before. Okay, that’s not true. I’ve never seen one in person, and maybe that was why. Seeing this stranger practically naked was…interesting. I usually avoid men at all costs, but he was sort of cute the way he stood there, unsure of what to do in such an awkward situation.
I make my way back to where I left my best friend and roommate, Emree, only to find her on some guy’s lap I don’t know. She is straddling him, sticking her tongue down his throat while he runs his hands over her bare stomach, coming dangerously close to the underneath of her breasts.
Watching them, I can’t help but wonder what that would feel like. To give yourself to someone voluntarily in such an intimate way. I shake my head, letting go of those thoughts. Nothing like that would ever be possible. It took me months to let Emree in, and although we have become great friends, I can’t imagine doing something like make out with a guy. There’s no way I would be able to be that close to someone and not have an anxiety attack.
