Out of This World

Bonding right before my eyes.

“Well, this is good,” I said. “Except for the whole missing-information part.”

Marilee looked at her watch, and moved to the door. “Oops, would you look at the time? I’ve got to-”

“Go,” I said in unison with her. “Yeah, imagine that-” But I was talking to myself, because Marilee had vanished.

“I almost had her. Before you screwed it up,” Rach said.

“What? You had nothing.”

“She’s not so bad, Kel.”

I stared at her. “Is this a girl thing?”

“Probably.”

Marilee popped her head back in. “Oh, I forgot. William and Serena want you to play a game with them in the den.”

More conspiracy. “What game?” I asked, but Marilee was already gone.

“Probably Monopoly,” Rach said. “Come on. Maybe we can wheedle something more from them.”

Not Monopoly. No, William and Serena wanted to play Sensual Truth or Dare, a game for couples, that was pretty much self-explanatory.

“Oh boy,” Rach said, and glanced at me.

“Come on,” Serena said, and patted the couch.

I stood there. “Uh…”

“Oh, don’t be shy,” Serena said, and got up to pull us to some seats.

Truth or Dare. Fine and dandy for her and William, a couple obviously at ease with their sexuality in regards to each other.

But I felt like I was sitting on a time bomb with a lit fuse.

William went first, and picked truth. “Tell a secret to the person on your right,” he read.

I was on his right. “Tell me about the swap.”

“Dare,” William decided, switching, and smoothly turned the card over for his resulting dare. “Instead of telling a secret to the person on your right, do something to them.”

“Wait!” Serena hopped up from his left and squished herself in between us so that now she was on his right.

“Go,” she said breathlessly.

William smiled at her, then slipped off her sandals and gave her a slow, languid foot massage, which had Serena melting boneless into her chair with a moan so sensual, it got to me. She lay back, eyes closed, breathing shallow, nipples hard. I glanced at Rachel, who looked as turned on as Serena.

At her turn, Serena chose truth. “Choose a secret to share.”

“I know which secret I want to hear about,” I said.

Still looking hot and bothered, Serena smiled. “I’m glad it was you two.”

I looked at Rachel, who looked back at me. “What do you mean?”

But Serena’s smile became mysterious, and she shook her head. “That’s my secret. That’s it.”

And there was no getting her to say more.

When it was my turn, I picked truth, afraid of the dare.

Yes, afraid. I was no fool.

Rachel drew the question, read it first, then gave me a long, measuring glance.

Uh-oh.

“What’s your greatest fantasy?” she asked.

Ah hell. “How about my greatest irritation, which is when people won’t talk to me.”

“Fantasy,” she repeated, clearly forgetting that we were supposed to be on the same side here.

“Greatest fantasy? Uh…” You naked. Me naked. You naked, pinned by me also naked, against my shower wall. “Uh…” Think, man. “To go skydiving.”

“Sexual fantasy,” Serena said, laughing. “Unless you’d rather have the dare.”

“Dare,” I said, deciding I was less afraid of that.

“Fine.” Serena turned the card over. She read it in silence, then stood and opened the coat closet door. “Take a partner of your choice and kiss her for five minutes.”

“You are joking.”

“No.”

I looked at Rach for help.

“I thought it was seven minutes in the closet,” she said.

Some help.

“Sorry, you only get five,” Serena said. “Get moving, you two.”

Rachel smiled into my eyes, took my hand and led me to the closet.

I knew this was just a stupid game. But that didn’t explain why my heart was suddenly racing, or why my palms had gone sweaty.

I didn’t want to do this.

Right. I was already hard as a rock, and I hadn’t touched her yet. Hell yeah, I wanted to kiss Rachel for five minutes.

I wanted to kiss her for the rest of my life.

Rachel went into the closet first, then pulled me in as well, shutting the door, leaving us in complete darkness.

Actually, it was just me in complete darkness, because she could see right through anything, including the inky black. A soft scarf brushed my cheek and the padding of a down coat pushed at my back, but all I could think about was what we could do with five minutes. I didn’t know about Rach, but I could think of a lot.

“Rach.”

She put a finger over my lips. “Not talking. Kissing. Unless…you don’t want to.”

I let out a rough laugh, and pulled her hand from my mouth, pressing it up against the vee of my jeans, loving the soft little “oh!” that escaped her at the feel of me. “Yeah, feel how much I don’t want you-”

She kissed me, diving in with such unexpected fierceness that I fell backwards.

A pile of coats broke our fall as her arms entwined around my neck, pressing closer, straddling me with those glorious legs spread on either side of my hips so that she could arch against me.

I think my eyes rolled back in my head.

“Mmm,” she said when I ran my hands down her spine to hold onto her ass, pressing her closer, urging her on, as her hips rocked both back and forth, and my world.

I couldn’t stop kissing her, kissing her with everything I had, hoping my five minutes would never come to an end, that I didn’t ever have to let her go.

And then far too soon, a laughing voice called through the door, “Time’s up!”

No.

Rachel stood, and I nearly cried. Seriously.

She reached a hand down to help me, then went to open the door.

But I held it closed, as gently as possible so as to not destroy my third door in two days. “I need a minute.”

“You do?” She outlined me through my jeans with her fingers. “Oh my,” she breathed, doing it again, making me jerk and grab her wrist.

“That’s not going to help,” I said tightly.

With a soft laugh, she kissed the side of my neck.

“Neither is that.”

“I’m sorry.” But she didn’t sound sorry. “What can I do to help?”

Take off all your clothes and drop to your knees. “Wear a potato sack. Stop smiling at me.” I sighed, and attempted to make adjustments, but there was no way to get comfortable. “Stop breathing.”