The exchange became fierce; we’d attack and force them to drink, and they’d respond in kind. As the alcohol began to make my vision blurry, I began letting out a string of obscenities that would have made my father proud.
My loud mouth caught a few laughs from the people nearby, and I felt a little bit of enjoyment from being so well received.
We were down to our last cups; one more success would mean that we’d get to pick a fun punishment for our rivals. I was already thinking up terrible things to make them do; I would have them run around the block naked, or I’d have them go for a dip in the lake even though most of it was frozen over from the winter cold.
My teammate stepped up for his, hopefully final, toss. I could hear my heartbeat in my chest as the suspense was killing me. He loosed it, and it bounced just off the edge of the tiny red cup.
I exhaled a sigh of utter defeat even though we had yet to lose. The girl on the other team bobbed and weaved about while trying to line up her shot, and I hoped she would miss. I knew I could make the final throw.
But, it was all for not. She lazily tossed the ball that bounced off the table a few times before planting it squarely in the last glass on our side.
“That shouldn’t count, you can barely see straight,” I said. Although, that wasn’t all I had to say as even more unsportsmanlike slurs ushered from my lips.
Still, I snagged the last glass from the table, which sloshed around in my drunken grasp, before downing the beverage in one gulp. It was at that point that I let out the most unladylike belch.
My partner did nothing but laugh, watching me stumble around on my skates. I took a moment and sat myself upon the ground to remove them when the winning team started chiming in with their decision for punishment.
“Okay, Rick. Your punishment is, you have to kiss the dirtiest mouth at this whole party,” said the girl.
I started laughing while wondering who that might be. Then I found my answer when my partner, Rick, plucked me from the floor and started kissing me. At first, I tried my best to push away, but the firmness of his lips and the rush of adrenaline I had from losing the game were getting the best of me. I liked it, and my head yearned for more human contact.
He pulled his head back slowly, craning his neck to give me some space while looking into my eyes. For the briefest of seconds, I thought he might feel the same way as I did, but he just unwound his arms and started to walk away.
“Okay, what’s your name,” the girl asked.
“I’m Casey,” I said while picking my skates up off the ground.
“Alright Casey, I have a punishment for you,” she had a wicked smile on her lips, and I knew nothing good was going to come of it.
“You have to do a lap around the ice rink,” she started.
I felt a sigh of relief, but then she continued.
“Wearing only your ice skates,” she added.
A sudden panic struck me in the heart, and my entire body tensed. All the small conversations around me stopped, and I was suddenly the center of attention.
“I don’t think I can do that,” I said, meekly, barely echoing my voice for anyone to hear.
Rick must have noticed because he sidled up closer beside me and whispered in my ear.
“Casey, have a sense of adventure. Everyone here is drunk and won’t even remember what you look like anyway. I have a feeling this is more toned down that what she was originally thinking,” he said.
I pondered the idea for a moment, getting naked in front of a crowd was probably my worst fear. I started thinking back to all the books I’d read; all of them full of heroes that fought against great evil, finding their way out of impossible situations. Then I realized I was pretty drunk anyway.
“Alright, If I’m to be a martyr so that this party might never be forgotten, let me be so,” I said chivalrously.
I saw many cocked eyes and awkward glances after I said it and now regretted saying as much.
The weight of the task weighed in my mind, and I wanted to force the crowd to turn around so I could change but knew it would make no difference. So, I started to slide my pants off over my slender legs; it probably would have been more difficult if I had been curvier but I’ve always been skinny.
The crowd began to hoot and holler, and my adrenaline was pumping again. I was too nervous to take off my underwear just yet, so I took off my sweater and felt the cold from the ice start to freeze my nipples under my small bra.
I pulled my beanie back down on my head, in a vain attempt to keep as much heat as I could inside my body. I plopped down on a bench near the entrance to the ice rink and peeled off my cotton panties. The excitement of being watched was turning me on, which increased my embarrassment. I hoped that nobody was paying attention to that.