Page 5 of Big Pucking Deal
“Can you just ask and not shout? Someone is banging a heavy metal song in my head.” On hands and knees, he crawls backover to the game board and flicks the arrow. When it stops he calls out, “Left foot, yellow.”
Jolie and I both look at our feet in the tangled limbs. Currently her head is near my stomach and her right leg up near her ear. The closest yellow circle means she will have to bring her left foot near her left ear and with the way her arms are, that is going to be near impossible.
I don’t fare much better as I would have to straddle her to get my foot on yellow.
Jolie makes the first move, carefully lifting her foot and swinging it around to touch the farthest yellow circle that her foot can reach. I forget that she has me at an advantage being a nimble dancer. But I am a flexible hockey player and can match her move.
Which I do…for about ten seconds. Then I come tumbling down, taking Jolie out and landing with her squished beneath me.
She lets out a guttural moan when my torso smashes her head into the ground.
“Shit. Jo. I’m sorry. Are you okay?” I try to push myself up, but my body is twisted in an awkward position and I’m drunk so that adds to my disorientation.
“Fine,” she mumbles and wiggles beneath me.
My eyes immediately widen and I suddenly feel my body coming to life. Her ass wiggles side to side, brushing against my dick, and I begin to grow hard. I try my best to get off of her, but only end up giving her enough room to turn over.
Her legs brush mine, sweeping the one steady leg out from under me, and I land flat on top of her, again.
We both let out an, “umpf,” and stay motionless. Our noses touch, tip to tip, and our alcohol infused breaths mix. I know the exact moment Jolie feels my erection digging into her leg because her eyes triple in size.
“I-sorry. Fuck.” I end up rolling off of her onto my back then over once more to hide the fucking tent in my pants.
Jolie pushes up on her elbows and instead of running away in embarrassment like I want to do, she just says, “Geez, Joaquín. I didn’t realize how much youloveTwister.”
I turn my head to look at her and stick out my tongue.
“You’re a turd,” I tell her.
She lifts one hand and places her hand under her chin with a closed mouth smile and tilt of her head.
Her eyes wander over to where Jordan and Brooke sit on the couch. She nudges her chin towards them and asks, “Should we just leave them be, or drag them to bed? Well, drag Jordan to bed. I’m going to try and figure out how to get Brooke back to her dorm.”
I brace myself on my hands and this time I’m able to push up. “No way, Jo. You two aren’t going anywhere. You guys can take my room and I’ll sleep on the couch.”
“We can’t do that. She can stay here on the couch, and I’ll go crash with Jordan. Lord help me. We haven’t shared a bed since our last family vacation where he kicked me in the face and gave me a bloody nose in the middle of the night.”
I snort remembering how they came back from their vacation with Jolie sporting a black eye and Jordan feeling like a jerk for hurting his sister.
“Sorry Jo, but there is no debate on the matter. You’re going to let me do this chivalrous act so that my manhood stays intact, and you gals are going to sleep off the alcohol. Just help me get Jordan up.”
I stand up, having finally gotten rid of the chub in my pants, and we both walk over to Jordan to wake him up the only way we know how.
We kneel on either side of him, stick our fingers in our mouths to get them good and sloppy, then on the count of three, stick them into his ear.
He jumps up and smacks our hands away. “You assholes,” he gripes, rolling his shoulders and shaking his arms. “I fucking hate when you two do that.”
Jordan would always be the first one to fall asleep at our sleepovers, and wet willies is how Jolie and I would torture him.
“Time for bed, sleeping beauty. The girls are staying in my room,” I tell him and smack his butt when he stands up.
“Will you stop harassing me? I feel violated,” he jokes then shuffles up the stairs and to his room where the door slams shut.
“C’mon. I’ll carry Brooke up if you lead the way.” I bend over and scoop her friend up who I could carry with one hand, and follow Jolie up the stairs to my room.
“Did you want something to sleep in, Jo?” Brooke is still in her leggings and t-shirt she put on earlier as is Jolie, but I ask her anyway.
She shakes her head and says, “Nah. I’m good in this. Thanks Jo. I appreciate it.”
