With all the glasses filled, Allie straightened in her chair. She placed her palms down on the table, signaling everyone to pay attention, as she launched into an explanation of the drinking game at hand.
My eyes trailed down the bare skin of her slender arms and over the metal-studded edge of her top as it rose over the mountains of her nicely curved breasts. Her long legs were hidden under the table, but I vowed to get my hands on them and that fine round ass of hers sooner, rather than later.
Before I could get lost in my fantasy any further, the sound of AJ's voice brought me out of my thoughts.
"What game are we playing? Quarters?" he asked. "We play that all the time, at college."
"Beer Pong?" Matt's tone was hopeful.
"No. This game's called, Questions," she replied. Although the answer was meant for the group, Allie's gaze dug straight into me.
Matt made a sour face. "That sounds like a girl's game. We need a manly game, like Beer Pong," he said drumming a fist on his chest. "Me, like Beer Pong."
Steph groaned a response to his caveman gesture, then warned the rest of us, "Watch out, you guys. Allie is really good at drinking games."
"Is that right?" I was intrigued. Sexy, beautiful and she can hold her own in a drinking game. "Questions?" I mused. "Is that like Truth or Dare?"
All she said was, "You'll see," and quirked a smile. Then she continued, "Okay, here's how it goes. We take turns and ask one person, one question at a time. The person asking has to address the other one by name. No pointing fingers allowed."
The expression on Allie's face was serious as she mimicked, pointing at each of us. "Okay, so once you've asked your question, the other person must answer with a yes or no, and then immediately ask another person a new question. Any hesitation in answering, like laughing, or doing anything else besides asking a new question, is punishable by a drink. And it has to be a different person. If you ask a question back to the same one who asked, that's punishable by a drink. And if you ask the exact same question, that's punishable, too.
"Oh, shit," AJ said with a laugh. "I know I'm gonna fuck this up."
Allie ignored him and added, "Oh yeah, and you can't just rephrase the same question. It has to be completely new and unique. Everyone got it?"
I held up a hand. "Hold on," I said. "Are there any questions considered off limits? Like something you don't want anyone else to know?"
AJ smirked, teasing, "Like what? Do you have three balls?"
Everyone laughed and took a pre-game swallow of beer to grease the wheels before getting started. Allie gave a devious smile and said, "All questions are fair game, Cam."
There she was, directing remarks directly to me again. What was up with this girl? I hoped it meant she had the hots for me.
"It's a really fun game," Jen added. "We'll get to know each other better than you ever wanted. And if a question causes everyone in the group to laugh, I'll call a team-drink. Okay?"
I positioned my beer glass in front of me and hunkered down. "Alright, let's huddle and break. Who's going first?"
Allie eyed me with a challenging look, and said, "You're the guest in our town, so you go first, Cam."
"Oh, shit. I don't know what to ask," I said, feeling put on the spot.
Without breaking her gaze, Allie enticed me further and said, "Make it a good one."
I swallowed hard. Her dark eyes and piercing gaze drove me crazy with desire. All kinds of kinky thoughts about her in that silver-studded top popped into my head but, I couldn't just ask, "Wanna fuck?" Which was what I really wanted to say.
"Um … well, Okay," I began and said the first stupid thing that popped into my head. "Allie, how was your day?"
She cocked her head to the side, looking at me like I was an idiot and said, "It has to be a 'yes or no' question. Rephrase it."
"Oh, right. Then, Allie, did you have a good day at work?"
Her gaze was burning holes in me and it seemed the others began to notice.
Finally, she answered, "Yes, I met a very … um, interesting person." Her eyes lingered on me as she turned her head slowly to Jen. According to the game rules, Allie had to ask a question immediately and she did. "Jen, do you think Cam is hot?"
"Yes," she shot back with a smile.
I grabbed my beer and took a swig, trying to hide my grin. I was beginning to like this game.
Jen had answered quickly, as if impatient to start her question, and turned immediately to my friend. "AJ...do you like girls from Arizona?"