‘If you land on a Strip square, then you lose a piece of clothing. If you land on a Confession square, you have to tell us a raunchy story that no-one else knows. If like me, you land on a Kiss square then you roll the other dice and choose a player to kiss you in the place the dice tells them to.’
She picked up the rulebook card and read it aloud, coughing quietly and looking around bashfully before she did so.
‘Choose a partner, then roll the dice. They must passionately kiss your… Lips. Cheek. Neck. Bottom... Nipple... Cock or Pussy.’
Amy looked up and glanced around, feeling incredibly shy. Her gaze settled on Emilia. She raised her eyebrows and licked her lips and Emilia bristled with excitement at the suggestion of being chosen.
‘Cassian,’ said Amy, without breaking eye contact.
Emilia’s jaw dropped open in surprise. ‘Oh is that how we’re going to play?’ she said, laughing.
Amy rolled the dice, eagerly waiting for it to stop as she lightly bit down on her nails.
‘Neck.’
She looked up smiling, then sat back on her knees.
‘We’re doing this now?’ he said, looking around in surprise. ‘I thought this was like a demo round?’
‘Yes Cass, we’ve started, get over here and smooch my neck.’
After a moment Cassian stood up, his eyes fixing Amy with a cheeky lust. Despite the silliness of the situation, she suddenly found herself immediately and intensely aroused.
She watched as he walked slowly around the room, passing his wife who was observing with nervous and barely contained excitement. As he drew closer, he moved behind her, and her neck prickled in anticipation.
He knelt down and slid his hands down her arms, causing her to quiver and stifle a giggle. Then with the tips of his fingers, he pushed her thick red hair away from her neck as she leaned imperceptibly sideways for him.
She waited, tingling as he teased her, his hot breath on the back of her head, blowing loose strands of her hair away with a gentle exhale. His lips brushed softly against her skin and she held her breath and closed her eyes.
Emilia watched with astonishment as Cassian kissed Amy softly and slowly, nuzzling into her neck as she swooned. She smiled as Amy’s expression changed from giggling and amused to clearly aroused and finally to a bright red blush as he pulled away and stood up, and began his slow walk back to his side of the board.
As he passed her, Emilia reached out and brushed her fingers across his midriff, feeling his abs through his white shirt. She curled her lip inwards and grinned as he sat back down.
She felt jealous.
But not because her husband had kissed another woman, but because she wanted to kiss Amy’s neck too. She looked over and smiled as she saw that her eyes were still firmly shut, and she watched with a sly grin as they opened again, unfocused and hazy.
‘Ok,’ said Amy, still recovering. ‘Wow. That was, um, that was nice.’
She ran her fingers through her hair as she breathed deeply. Then she glanced at Emilia, her eyes wide and smiling.
‘He’s a good kisser,’ she said, smoothing the edge of her dress down again. ‘Ok, erm. So, after you’ve done the board action, you, erm, you pick up a card and you do whatever it says. The cards vary from physical activities to revealing secrets or role play.’
She leaned forward and picked up from the top of the deck marked with the number one and read it out loud.
‘All players must imagine they are married to you and that it’s your wedding anniversary. In turn, they must describe the perfect gift they would buy for you. The best one gets a kiss… wherever they want.’
Emilia looked across at Cassian and grinned.
‘Do I get to go first?’ she said, looking back at Amy.
‘You do.’
Emilia looked down and thought about it for a moment, smiling as she pictured the two of them dressed in matching white wedding dresses, walking hand in hand down the aisle through a floral tunnel on a hot summer day. She blushed at the thought and then an idea came to her.
It was silly and sentimental, but it wasn’t outlandish and absurd. It was real, and something she would actually do, if she had the chance. She hoped she would have the chance one day.
‘I would buy you a little wooden keepsake box,’ she smiled sweetly. ‘And inside I would put the masks we all wore to the ball, the tickets to the escape room, the receipt for our first meal and the day passes for the spa…’ she tailed off as she saw the expression on Amy’s face.
‘You kept all those things?’ she said, frowning.
Emilia suddenly felt a little embarrassed and rather silly. She wondered if she should lie and pretend that she hadn’t, but then she realised what did it matter? She liked them, and their friendship meant something to her. After a moment she nodded.
‘That’s so nice,’ said Amy, quietly. She frowned and smiled, hesitating and then she shuffled over and reached out for Emilia’s hand squeezing it tightly.
She blushed with relief and squeezed back.
Cassian coughed.
‘I think we might have lost this round, mate,’ he said, looking over at Mark.
‘Think you might be right.’
Cassian shrugged and then laughed as Amy turned to listen to his idea. He raised his hands up in defeat.
‘Bottle of wine and some lube,’ he said, grinning. Mark threw his head back in laughter.
‘Nice,’ said Amy, rolling her eyes and grinning. ‘Keeping it classy.’
She turned now to Mark. ‘Dear husband?’
He drew himself up and took a slow and deep breath, then fixed her with his steely gaze.
‘I would take you to La Hacienda,’ he said, pausing for a moment as he looked her up and down.
Emilia glanced at Amy and saw her expression change at the mention of the Michelin star restaurant in the centre of Oxford.
‘Afterwards we’d walk hand in hand along the river in Hinksey Park and in the middle of the arched bridge, I'd kiss you and go down on one knee and ask you to marry me all over again.’
Amy raised her free hand to her lips, and breathed in and out slowly as she pictured the scene.
‘You shit,’ she laughed, brushing a tear away from her eye. ‘How am I meant to choose now?’
She turned around and looked at Emilia who smiled and shrugged, then back towards Mark who gave her a smouldering look which made her insides melt. She covered her eyes with the palms of her hands, shaking her head.
‘I guess you're just going to have to get me drunk and fuck my ass, Cass,’ she laughed as she looked at him through the gaps in her fingers.
‘Nice,’ he said pumping his fist.
Emilia looked shocked and Mark sat slowly shaking his head.
‘Where would you like a kiss?’
Cassian leaned forward and pointed to his cheek.
‘Such a gentlemen,’ she crawled around the board, pecking his bearded skin with her soft pink lips.
‘For now,’ he said, enjoying the warmth of her touch as she crawled back and settled back down onto her knees.
Comfortable again, she moved the dice towards Emilia.
‘Now it’s your turn,’ she said, flashing her eyes in excitement.
Emilia picked up the dice, scowling at Amy. Then with a little reticence she rolled.
‘Five.’
She leaned forward, shaking with excitement and placed her little totem on the fifth square.
‘Strip,’ said Amy, clapping.
Emilia giggled in shock. ‘What do I take off?’
‘That’s up to you,’ said Amy, pursing her lips. ‘You’ve got two stockings?’
‘Wait does that count as one or two?’ said Cassian.
‘Shut up, mate. You’ve got two socks on,’ said Mark, laughing.
‘One each,’ said Emilia, turning on him, her eyes screwed up in a cheeky scowl.
Emilia stood up and slid one side of her dress up above the top of her right stocking, and then unrol
led it, sliding it down her leg and peeling it off her foot. Then she winked at Cassian, and did the same again with the other one.
‘I think maybe they should count as one,’ she said, letting them fall to the floor at his feet.
Her legs now bare, she sat back down neatly and then reached forward and picked up the top card to read it out loud.
‘You must describe your feelings for the person to your left, in depth.’
She looked up and met Amy’s eyes as so many thoughts ran through her mind. She wanted to be honest, but like Amy had said in the kitchen, way too much, too soon. She had to say something though. She could feel herself going red again. She became aware that she’d been quiet for too long, and that she still wasn’t speaking.
Now it was just awkward.
She looked down at the carpet, then at Amy’s hands, playing idly with a couple of discarded cards, then at Cassian who smiled at her.
‘You okay?’ he said, quietly.
She nodded, then looked back to Amy.
‘I feel like I’ve known you all my life,’ she said, at last. ‘As though, you’ve always been my friend. As though I could’ve just turned around at any time and you would’ve been there, smiling and waving, just waiting for me to notice you. I feel more comfortable with you than any friend I’ve ever had before. More than a friend.’
Amy blushed.
‘I like you,’ said Emilia, trying to hold back. ‘Maybe more than like you. I miss you when you’re gone. I think about you when I’m alone. I want to tell you everything about me and find out everything about you. I want to spend all night talking to you until the sun comes up and then fall asleep with you, wrapped in your arms.’
She looked over at Cassian and Mark, then back to Amy.
‘I want you,’ she said. ‘I want you so much it hurts.’
She was going to say more, but the she realised that Amy’s eyes were shiny. She watched as her friend got up and stepped across the board and embraced Emilia in a tight hug, both of them wrapping their arms around the other, nuzzling into each other’s necks.
Amy pulled back after a while and looked into Emilia’s eyes, then kissed her on the lips.
‘Thank you,’ she said. ‘That was really nice.’
They kissed again, then Amy sat up on her knees and stood, walking back over to her side where she sat down.
For a moment, they all stayed still quietly reflecting, Emilia looking at Amy as she in turn looked down at the board, deep in thought.
As the others were distracted, Emilia secretly tucked her card underneath her side of the game, and smiled.
As Amy began to regain her composure, she picked up the dice and shook it and was about to roll when Cassian interrupted.
‘Sorry, Amy. I think it’s my turn?’
‘Oh gosh, sorry,’ she said, reaching across and handing him the dice, dropping it into the palm of his hand.
He smiled gratefully and then rolled it across the carpet, watching as it bounced erratically and came to a halt.
‘Two,’ he said.
Amy leaned forward and moved his piece along two places onto a Confession square.
‘Ooh,’ she said. ‘First confession. You have to tell us about something naughty you’ve done.’
Cassian shifted uncomfortably and frowned. ‘Something that I’ve done? Or that we’ve done?’ he gestured over towards Emilia.
‘Either,’ she said, grinning and leaning forward to listen.
Cassian laughed and look down in thought. A moment later his eyes flashed and he looked over at Emilia and raised his brow.
‘Oh, he’s got something good,’ said Amy.
Emilia looked warily at him, worried about what he might be about to say. Running through all the possibilities.
‘A few weeks after we got married, we decided we would do one of those city breaks?’ said Cassian as Emilia started to go red. ‘So, we booked two nights stay in a nice hotel near the South Bank, overlooking the river. We were still in the honeymoon period at the time, not that we ever really left it, but we were struggling to keep our hands off each other. The morning after our first night, we woke up pretty late so we decided to head over to Carnaby Street for some lunch followed by a bit of shopping. We had moules at a seafood restaurant which overlooked the main high street, which I think played a big part in what happened next.’
Cassian paused as Emilia went an even deeper shade of red.
‘So after we finished, we start off down the road and we pop into a couple of little boutique places and the whole time, Em is teasing me. Accidental brushes, squeezing me, bending over to pick things up. All of that kind of thing.’
‘Were you hard?’ said Amy.
‘It was becoming awkward. Anyway, she sees this little lingerie shop, not a big place, but a little shop on the corner of the row, dark windows with low level lighting and a couple of barely dressed mannequins, posing suggestively. Next thing I know I’m being dragged inside.’
He looked across at Mark who smiled knowingly.
‘So a few minutes later I’m standing outside the changing room, looking like a defeated donkey, waiting for Em to show me an outfit she’s picked out. She opens the door, but just a crack and out comes her hand and she beckons me inside. I’m standing there thinking, I’m not allowed inside. So I don’t move. Then she opens the door a little more and my jaw drops. She’s wearing a babydoll, and some black lace stockings, like the one’s she’s wearing tonight… and that’s it. I step straight into the changing room and she shuts the door. I don’t think I even undid my belt. She just leaned up against the mirror and pulled her knickers to the side and the next thing I know I’m, well, you know.’
Emilia smiled at the memory, looking away embarrassed.
‘I think that was the first time you really fucked me,’ she said, quietly, playing with her hair. ‘I liked it.’
Amy smiled and looked at Mark who grinned back at her, raising his eyebrows.
‘I bought the outfit by the way,’ said Emilia suddenly. ‘I don’t think I’ve ever been so embarrassed in my life. I don’t think the staff knew, but I was pretty flustered and my hair was a mess and Cassian was looking quite sheepish.’
‘They knew,’ said Amy, giggling.
‘Cost a fortune,’ he laughed. ‘Worth every penny though.’
Amy clapped excitedly. ‘I love this game, so much,’ she said, hopping up and down on her knees. ‘Cass you need to pick a card now.’
He leaned forward and picked one up from the deck, turning it over between his fingers to read it.
‘Choose a player. They must describe their most recent erotic dream and how it made them feel,’ Cassian looked up and grinned at Amy, raising his eyebrows.
‘Amy,’ he said.
‘You're kidding me.’
‘You bought the game,’ he shrugged.
‘Fine,’ she said, laughing. She screwed up her eyes and drummed her fingers over her lips as she thought back. A moment later she smiled, nodding.
‘Ok, the night after the escape room, after we’d left the restaurant and you asked us to come back to yours?’
Emilia nodded. ‘The night I thought I'd never see you again.’
‘That’s the one. It was like you’d planted a little seed in my mind. I was fucking fuming. Mark knows,’ she nodded toward him. ‘He’ll tell you, I ranted all the way home.’
‘Like a broken record.’
‘Except, I wasn't actually angry. I think I was…’ Amy paused and gathered herself. ‘I wasn't prepared for how I felt.’
She looked over at Emilia and smiled then took her hand up again from the carpet.
‘Before I met you, before we met you both, I thought I understood how it all worked. Then we left you that night after the ball, and this little seed started spreading its roots, digging in and growing. Fuck it, I don't care if it sounds cliche… blossoming. It blossomed.’
Emilia tried not to laugh.
‘Shut up. Anyway. I went to b
ed that night angry and confused and then I had this dream. I woke up in this little cottage by a river, and it was misty outside the windows and I went to climb out of bed but the bed was huge. It seemed to stretch out to the horizon, but as I shuffled across it, I found I could just step out onto the floor. Then I heard your voice,’ she looked at Emilia. ‘It was coming from downstairs. So I followed it, down this old rickety staircase and into this huge, tall barn, with oak beams that crisscrossed it from end to end. As I looked I could see you, and you were bent over this massive kitchen table, your skirt thrown over your back,’ she bit her lip as she continued. ‘And your knickers round your ankles.’
Cassian shifted and adjusted himself, and Mark sat forward.
‘And Mark was there too, behind you,’ she paused for a moment, building up the courage. ‘And he was making love to you.’
Emilia blushed and glanced over at Amy’s husband who grinned.
‘He was holding onto your hips and just sliding in and out of you, his head back, his eyes closed, like he was trying to feel you. I don’t know, it’s hard to describe. As I got to the bottom of the steps the floorboard creaked and you both turned around, so calmly, and just smiled at me.’
Emilia squeezed Amy’s hand.
‘Then you carried on. What confused me was that I wasn't upset, I wasn't jealous, or angry. I was excited for you both. I was excited that Mark was enjoying you, and that you were enjoying him.’
Amy turned her attention now to Cassian.
‘And then I felt your hands around my waist, and I realised that I was also naked, and in slow motion, you gently turned me around, lifted me up and placed me on the table, and then you slid inside me too. So easily, like we were just, perfectly compatible.’
Amy blushed and looked down.
‘And I felt so complete and so comfortable. Normally, when I have naughty dreams, I wake up as soon as I get to the good part.’ Amy looked sideways at Mark with a quiet laugh, then back to Cassian. ‘But this time I didn't. You made love to me on the table, whilst we listened to your wife and my husband. You came inside me and I came. That was when I woke up. I was sweating, and my knickers were soaked... and, I was touching myself.’
Cassian took a deep breath, realising he hadn't done so in a while.
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