Sunday Evening Game II

The living room hummed with heat. Ryuki's carpet prickled under bare knees, and the soda bottle glinted as it spun. Kyoko straddled Ryuki's lap in her red bra and black panties. Her dare from Mika had sparked the shift. Two turns remained, so her breast pressed against his bare back. Mika's crop top stretched tight on him. Yuta sat cross-legged with chips forgotten. Ayumi perched beside him, and Mika grinned from behind Ryuki with her hands on his shoulders. Her borrowed shirt hung loose.

Kyoko spun the bottle. It wobbled and landed on Yuta. "Dare," he said. His voice stayed steady, but his eyes darted to her near-nakedness.

She smirked. "Strip to your underwear and stay there," she said.