Page 112 of Wicked Player
Dinner tonight is Italian themed, veal and eggplant Parmesan and pasta, served with a Caesar salad and the most delicious garlic bread I’ve ever tasted.
“I see you got your appetite back,” Cassie says, happy for me.
I help myself to more bread. “Yes, this dress won’t fit by next week.”
Colton catches my eye just as I’m stuffing my face with more bread. He smiles widely and I try to smile back, but that’s kind of difficult to do when your mouth is stuffed.
Dessert is coconut cream pie. I raved about the one Sonia served at his dad’s, and I guess he took notes. Or perhaps it’s just a coincidence. The pie disappears in record time, and when I glance around, I see pie left half eaten on dessert plates. What the heck is wrong with these women?
I help myself to Cassie’s leftovers. I figure if nothing else comes of this night, at least I’ve enjoyed the food.
Games and drinks in the living room follow. Cassie and I cuddle in a corner of the sectional, giggling like school girls. We’re both totally stoned, but in a very good way.
First we playNaughty Novel. A notebook is passed along, and each person adds a sentence to continue the story with the help of a colorful Sharpie. My Sharpie is fuchsia pink, and Cassie’s is green. I can’t focus long enough to keep track of the story. All I know is that it involves a naughty nurse and her soldier patient in war times. One of his legs was apparently blown off. I’m not sure who added that bit, but I find it a little morbid. When my turns comes around, I giggle as I add my contribution.
She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, one button at a time as he drank her in, filled with lust. Teasing, she then hiked up her skirt, and revealed her white thigh high-stockings and garter. His hard-on grew bigger.
Cassie cracks up when she reads my lines. “Hey, you’re pretty good at this. That’s hot.”
Yes, I think. Perhaps a missed calling.
Cassie scribbles furiously, and I strain my neck, eager to see what she’s written down.
He couldn’t wait any longer. He had to fuck her. Now. He grabbed her and flipped her over the hospital bed, ripped off her panties, and eagerly pushed his throbbing hard cock into her. She loved every second of it.
“Wow,” I say. “He did all that with one leg? I thought he was bed-ridden.”
“What?” she asks, confused. “He only has one leg?”
The room breaks into laughter.
Cassie shrugs it off. “What? I’m totally wasted. How am I supposed to keep up with this story?”
The notepad is passed along, and the story is continued, amid much laughter.
Next, we playTwo Truths and One Lie. I’ve never actually played this game before, and I’m a little on edge when my turn rolls around, despite the substances in my body.
“You’re not allowed to comment,” I tell Cassie. “You already know all my stories.”
“Fair enough,” she says.
I start off slowly, not liking this at all. “Well, my first story is this… I once climbed a tree when I was young, and I went too high and froze when I realized how high I had climbed. I was too afraid to climb back down, and firefighters had to rescue me.”
“No way,” Sarah says. “That’s crazy.”
Cassie smiles. She already knows this story to be true. Colton is smiling too.
“Okay…” I go on, still a little flustered. “My second story is this… I once hitchhiked and got picked up by a man whose car was full of balloons. He was heading to a birthday party, and asked me to hold the bouquet of balloons. Anyway, when I stepped out, I accidentally let go, and the balloons disappeared up into the sky. He was pissed.”
Annabelle laughs. “I bet he was.”
Colton is studying me with keen interest. He’s not sure about this one.
“Okay,” I continue, glad to be almost done with this. “My final story… Once I stole a bum’s money when he was sleeping, and bought a hot dog and a coke.”
“Well, that one seems more feasible,” Victoria is saying. “The other two stories sound too far fetched to me.”
“I agree,” the pixie cut blonde says.
