Page 6 of Silver Fox Daddies

The intrusive thoughts intensify. Now I’m not just thinking about us all naked, sharing a bed. Now I’m imagining one of them inside of me, and I dance, mind preoccupied with what that might feel like. It terrifies me a little bit, but not as much as it excites me.

Sex has never made me curious like this before.

I’ve never thought about the logistics of it all. Who initiates. How it feels to be stripped down naked in front of the opposite sex. If it hurts or not. What kind of things you’re supposed to say.

I think back to when the biker with the gold tooth called me sweetheart.

Something unfamiliar burns between my legs.

I think I’d quite like to be called that during sex.

“Alright!” says Natasha, gathering a crowd. “Time for truth or dare, except we’re just doing dares. We’re not a bunch of high school pussies anymore.”

I don’t remember arranging myself into a circle with a dozen others.

The vodka is already starting to leave gaps in my brain…

Natasha explains the rules, shouting over the music. She places an empty glass bottle of Smirnoff in the center of the table. “Spin the bottle. If it lands on you, you have to do a dare.”

My stomach twists a little, sober brain starting to kick in slightly.

I should leave before the game starts.

But my intoxicated brain tells me to stay. Maybe this won’t be too bad.

Across from me, I spot Natasha’s hookup in the circle. If the bottle lands on Natasha, I’m gonna dare her to kiss him as revenge for her being too pushy about the bikers.

I tense every time the bottle spins, but there are too many people for it to land on me.

Natasha seems to know everybody here, since she’s out at every given opportunity. Me? I only know her, so I sit quietly in the circle and watch other people carry out dares, laughing to myself. Somebody is dared to jump fully clothed into the pool outside. Another is dared to add their professor on Facebook.

A guy named Matt is next, and he’s dared to kiss the player with the best boobs.

He lightly pecks me on the cheek and everybody roars with laughter.

Of course.

“You’re supposed to kiss on themouth!”someone exclaims.

“I know,” Matt says, crawling back to his space in the circle. “But she looks too innocent.”

My breasts have always been my number one insecurity. They’re the reason why Natasha says I never have to lift a finger when it comes to dating.

But they get in the way and always attract the wrong guys.

I went to a private, all girls high school, so never had to worry about this issue until a few months ago when I started at University of Nevada.

The only guys I’d let stare at my breasts are the bikers.

The British one had basically invited himself to look, earlier.

“Melissa!”

I look down and see the neck of the vodka bottle facing my way.

My stomach churns.

Shit.