Sarah Mlynowski - Monkey Business

Nick taps his cheek, and she gives him a quick peck. I spin and it lands on Lauren. I peck her on the cheek. Then Lauren spins and it lands on Kimmy. Nick, Jamie and I cheer.

“Fine with me,” Lauren says.

“Fine with me, too,” Kimmy says. Lauren kisses her on the cheek.

Jamie’s turn. It lands on Kimmy. He cheers and tells her to pucker up.

Their lips touch and I feel a prick of jealousy in my spine. Why does he keep getting her?

My turn. Kimmy, Kimmy, Kimmy…it points to Lauren.

My superhero powers are not working. She taps her cheek and I kiss it. She smells clean, like Head & Shoulders.

Kimmy’s turn. Around and around and around and…me. Finally. She leans off her chair and her lips hit half on my cheek and half on my lips. I feel her breath on my mouth, and she smells sexy and spicy, and my whole body stiffens.

I finish the wine in my glass. And pour myself another.

Nick spins and lands on Jamie. “Truth,” he calls out.

“How many times did you jerk off today?” Lauren asks.

He ponders the question. “Twice.”

“Ew,” she groans, and rolls back onto the rug.

“You asked.”

She nods, suddenly intrigued. “Where do you do it?”

He shrugs. “Anywhere, dude. In my room. In the bathroom. In the bathroom in the Katz building, in-”

Lauren holds her hand up to stop him. “I was only supposed to ask you one question. My mistake. And my turn.” She spins and lands on Kimmy again.

Nick, Jamie and I cheer. The girls peck each other on the lips.

Jamie spins and the bottle points at Nick.

“You’re choosing dare, dude,” Nick says. “Down four shots of vodka.”

Jamie shakes his head. “I don’t drink.”

“Then you don’t get to see Kimmy and Lauren make out.”

“Don’t force him to drink,” Kimmy says. “And I don’t have any vodka, anyway.”

Nick pulls a silver flask from his backpack, and hands it to Jamie. Then he takes out four shot glasses and lines them up on the floor.

Jamie lets out a big, dramatic sigh. “I’ll do it. But if I pass out, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

We count as Jamie drinks and makes sour faces.

My turn. I spin and try to use my mental powers to make it land back on Kimmy. It points to me.

“You have to give yourself a blow job, dude,” Nick says.

“Why are you so obsessed with blow jobs?” Lauren asks. “Ha! I bet it’s because you’ve never had one.”

“You lose your turn,” Jamie slurs. “Kimmy’s up.”

Not fair. But then Kimmy lands on me and my sense of fairness flies straight out the window.

“Again?” Jamie says. “This sucks. This game sucks.”

Apparently booze makes Jamie whiny.

Kimmy leans toward me and slowly, carefully, kisses me. Her lips are sweet and wet and I want to pull her toward me but I don’t. She smiles at me as she sits back in her chair.

The game keeps going but all I can think about are Kimmy’s wet lips.

Nick and Jamie are cheering because Lauren landed on Kimmy again. “Tongue! Tongue! Tongue!” we all chant.

“Aren’t men mature?” Lauren says, leaning toward her. Kimmy holds her hair back.

The girls roll their eyes and both stick out their tongues like they’re making faces at a teacher behind her back, then move in close enough so their tongues touch.

Nick and I groan with pleasure.

“That was too short,” Jamie cries. “And I didn’t see any saliva.”

Nick snorts. “Dude, you’re not supposed to see saliva. I guess that’s why Kimmy never slept with you again.”

Jamie gives him an evil look and spins. He lands on me.

“Say dare,” Nick says. He shakes the flask.

Jamie grins. “Truth.”

Nick shakes his head in disgust. “Why are you such a pussy?”

“Is that your question?” he asks, looking bored.

“No,” he says, taking a sip from the flask himself. “If you had to choose between screwing Professor Gold or Swiley, who would you choose?”

“Professor Swiley. She seems quite energetic. Russ, your turn.”

I think I would agree with him. Swiley is energetic. I bet she’s peppy in bed. I think I’m pretty drunk. I spin and land on Kimmy. This is number two for us. I lean into her and she leans into me. Oh, man. Her lips part and I part mine and our mouths are all over each other. Her tongue slips into my mouth and tingles against mine.

“Get a room,” someone in the background says.

I stop. I feel Jamie staring. Kimmy runs her fingers through her hair. Oh, man. I pour myself another glass of wine.

Kimmy spins. Every part of my body wants it to land on me. Lauren.

Nick cheers. “Giddyap!”

Kimmy walks over to Lauren and sits on her lap. And then, very slowly, they start going at it. Tongue, saliva, the works. We watch, mesmerized, as Lauren raises her hands and caresses Kimmy’s breasts.

Then Kimmy caresses Lauren.

Holy shit.

“I think I just came,” Jamie says.

Kimmy and Lauren start laughing and pull away from each other.

Kimmy sits down on the bed beside me. My heart is hammering against my rib cage. If we were alone in here, I’d be all over her.

“Can you do that again?” Nick says, bug-eyed.

He spins, and gets Lauren, and they kiss. Then Lauren gets Nick, and Nick says, “Time to turn your back to our team.”

Lauren rolls her eyes and they kiss again. Then Nick jumps on top of her, squishing a chunk of Brie, and Lauren knees him in the groin.

“Ball breaker,” he wheezes.

“This is getting boring,” Lauren says, pushing him off her. “Can we play something else?”

Something else? What else could lead to Kimmy’s tongue in my mouth? I need to have her tongue in my mouth. I need to be on top of her.

“How about ‘I never’?” Nick offers, still wheezing. “That’s where you have to drink to everything you’ve done.”

“I’m bored,” Jamie whines. “This sucks.”

“So leave,” Nick says. “What’s wrong with you, dude?”

“I told you, I don’t like drinking.”

Nick ignores him. “How about truth-or-dare?”

“We already did that,” I said. “It was the alternate solution to the alternate lifestyle, remember?”

“I dare the girls,” Nick says, “to take off their shirts and bras.”

“Yeah, right,” Lauren says.

“I’m not wearing a bra,” Kimmy says.

Oh, man.

Nick starts to remove his shirt. “I’ll take off my mine and the rest of you take off yours. Russ’s is already off-you don’t hear him complaining, do you?”

Lauren shrugs. “I’m not afraid to take off my shirt. Tell you what. You streak the floor bare-assed, and I’ll be right behind you bare-chested.”

Nick jumps into standing position, already in mid-pant unsnapping. “We strip in the bathroom and then run to the second-floor bathroom and back.”

“I’m going to sleep,” Jamie says, standing up.

“Stop being such a wimp,” Nick tells him. “Do you have a camera? Let’s take pictures.”

Jamie sighs heavily. “Fine.”

“You’re on,” Lauren says. She takes a swig of Nick’s flask and runs off, pulling her shirt over her head. Jamie and Nick look at each other and follow after her. The door slams shut behind them.

The CD must have stopped a while ago. It’s quiet in here. Kimmy puts her hand on my leg. “Just us,” she says.

“Just us,” I repeat.

Her face is barely an inch from mine. Her lips are wet and moist. My mouth is dry. She brushes her hair away from her face. “I think we should continue where we left off.”

I think she’s right. I run my hand through her hair. She looks into my eyes. Slowly I lean into her and kiss her.

Oh, man.