Quaran-King

She steps over to the railing, leaning forward as I walk over and close the distance. My heart races as my lips pass over that two-foot gap between us, connecting with hers with zero hesitation. All thoughts of the pandemic are washed away as my tongue slips between her lips to find hers eagerly waiting, our mouths hungry for intimacy after weeks of isolation. I'd begun a countdown in my head, but her kiss was far more passionate than I'd expected, and I quickly lost track of time as I wished repeatedly for our companions to do the same. Unfortunately, Annie was watching the clock with slightly less distraction.

"Time's up!" she cheered, though the smile on her face made it clear she'd enjoyed the show.

As we part lips, Brittany's eyes seem to have an extra sparkle to them, and her smile is wider than ever before. She doesn't speak the words aloud, but I can see from her expression she enjoyed herself just as much as I had. Already my gambit was paying off, and I was glad I asked about the testing. While I wasn't known for bringing women home every weekend like some guys in college, not having the option to even try was quite deflating in its own right. That kiss had filled a void in me I hadn't even realized existed. If I'd paid any attention to my roommate, I would have seen a mixture of jealousy and appreciation on his face.

"Well that certainly raises the stakes," Wyatt says, the hint of hope barely traceable in his voice as we all draw once more. "And I get to be King this round," he adds, showing us the crown. "Is there a rule about having people do things to the King?" he asks, looking at Brittany for guidance.

"I don't see why not," she answers. "Just keep in mind you don't know who has the numbers." She glances my direction, and the meaning is clear. Don't request a kiss if you don't want to risk making out with your own roommate. Wyatt, however, is cleverer than I give him credit for.

"Don't worry, I'm not going for a kiss," he replies. "I'm gonna say number two has to bring the King a snack. I'm getting a bit hungry and I don't want to drink too much on an empty stomach."

Annie laughs on the other side of the railing, holding up her stick. "Okay, my liege, I'll make thee a sandwich."

Before she can leave, however, Brittany chimes in. "Mind making me one too? I could use some food."

Annie looks to me, her eyes asking if I'm also feeling a bit hungry. Truthfully, I could eat. With a sigh, she makes an executive decision. "I think I'm just gonna order a pizza if that's okay with the King. I'll buy."

We all turn to Wyatt, who nods his agreement. "Fine with me. Just no pineapple please. And I'll send you some money for the tip."

Annie makes quick work of the order, using the app and making sure to select the option for contact-less delivery. The food shouldn't take too long to arrive and in the meantime it's time to draw again. We pull our sticks and to my relief I'm the one holding the crown this turn, and I think it's time to warm things up a bit.

"Number one has to remove an article of clothing," I declare, smiling at the look of surprise on Brittany's face.

She looks at her beer, contemplating her options, before announcing she'll be the first to chicken out on a dare. "I'm going to need a bit more to drink anyway before I'm willing to take my clothes off," she says, turning up the bottle while her roommate frowns beside her.

"Pussy," Annie says, teasing her slightly more innocent friend, earning a middle finger in reply. Brittany makes quick work of the bottle and leaves to fetch another. When she returns, we draw again and find Annie smiling with her crown.

"Numbers one through three have to remove a piece of clothing," she says, earning yet another middle finger from her roommate.

"Annie! I just grabbed a fresh bottle! I'm not going to chug this whole thing!"

"Guess you'll have to take something off then," Annie says, giving Wyatt and I a mischievous wink. Clearly this was more about teasing Brittany than it was seeing us take our shirts off, which we're already doing on our side of the railing. The girls aren't shy about looking at our newly revealed bodies, however, which is understandable given the amount of time Wyatt and I spend on our fitness. His arms are bulkier than mine, though my abs are clearly more defined, making us both a refreshing view for the lonely quarantine girls next door.

Annie returns her attention to Brittany now, waiting patiently for her to make her move. Reluctantly, and with a sigh, Brittany puts down her drink and grabs the hem of her shirt, pulling it quickly over her slender body and over her head. The pink bralette offers a tantalizing view of her breasts, with a hint of nipple just visible through the lace in the dim glow of the night. Wyatt and I try not to stare for too long, but Annie is much more brazen.

"You look damn good in that color," Annie says, unable to keep her hands to herself as she feels the lace.

Brittany swats her friend's hand away with a blush, but smiles in appreciation as she thanks her for the compliment. She seems much more comfortable than her reluctance lead me to believe, which makes me wonder if it had all been an act. I supposed we would all be finding out soon enough, with the way things were going.

"Okay, enough staring at my tits, let's keep playing," Brittany says, and we all shuffle our sticks together for the next round.

It's me again, and I'm not entirely sure what to do at first, until I realize how many bare stomachs are patiently waiting around me. "Number three has to lick whipped cream from number two's tummy," I say, looking around to see who my victims will be.

"Who am I licking whipped cream from?" Annie asks, her smile indicating she has no preference.

"That would be me," replies Wyatt, holding up his number.

Annie looks him up and down, not at all hiding the hunger in her eyes. My abs might be more toned, but his certainly aren't far behind, and she seems more than willing to give them a taste.

"Do we have any whipped cream?" Brittany asks, breaking her friend's concentration for just a second.

"We have it over here," I answer, knowing there's a can of the stuff in our fridge. "Should I bring it out?

"Why don't we continue this game indoors?" Annie suggests. "I think it's safe to say we've shunned social distancing enough already, we may as well just come over to your place."

"Especially if I'm going to be standing around like this," Brittany adds, looking down at her barely concealed chest. This was only the second floor, meaning anyone walking down below would see us clearly. Of course, few people would be out at this hour, even if the lockdown weren't in place.

I shrug. "Fair enough. I'll unlock the door for you. See you on the other side."

Annie gives me a wink, and they grab their drinks and head inside. I follow Wyatt through our own door, but he turns to me once inside. "Not that I'm complaining, but do you think this is a good idea? We are supposed to be in quarantine, after all."

Again, I shrug. "If we're going to risk it, we may as well do it now, while our tests are still fresh. Right now we know we don't have the virus. I can't say the same a week from now, after grocery runs and whatever they have going on."

"Hard to argue with that logic," Wyatt says.

"That, and you don't want to argue, because these girls are super hot and you're probably going to see them naked tonight at the very least."

He laughs. "Good point."

Now that he's reassured, we go to the door and open it to find them waiting outside, Brittany barreling in the moment the gap is wide enough for her to squeeze through. "Took you long enough," she says, still wearing nothing but her denim skirt and the pink bralette. "Pretty sure the neighbors have seen more of me than they bargained for."

Annie rolls her eyes as she steps in behind her, carrying a pack of beer as their contribution. "At least you look sexy as fuck."

Brittany turns to me now. "You're lucky you're a good kisser. Otherwise I might have put my shirt back on before coming over here."

"You sure it's not just the alcohol?" I ask, grinning.

She returns the smile, mischievous look in her eyes making her all the more sexy as she replies. "Maybe a bit of both. Guess we'll have to see, won't we?"

Annie interrupts before I can continue my flirtation. "So where's the whipped cream?"

Wyatt is already prepared, holding it out in his hand. "Right here. You want to do the honors?"

She takes the frosty can from him without hesitation, aiming the nozzle just between his pecks and pressing down. Wyatt winces as the chilly frosting touches his skin, leaving a trail of fluffy white as she takes it down to just above his pants. Her mouth is going to be awful close to that bulge growing in his jeans, and I'm not sure I envy him the torture.

Without warning, Annie bends over at her waist, giving Brittany and I an excellent view of her ass as her tongue makes contact with Wyatt's skin. He leans his head back, eyes closed and desperately trying not to groan as she licks the sugary treat from bottom to top in one smooth motion. Leaving very little behind to clean up on the second pass. The third lick is almost completely unnecessary, and I have a feeling she was more concerned with tasting his body one last time than with leaving a sticky mess in her wake.

"Do you need a fucking cigarette?" Brittany asks Wyatt, his eyes still closed as he returns to earth.

"I do," Annie replies, grabbing a paper towel from the kitchen and running it under the water. She brings it back to my roommate, who reaches to take it from her hands, but she ignores him and instead wipes the remaining mess from his abs herself. Another excuse to touch, I assume.

Wyatt gives me a look, and I know if he were just a bit closer we would probably high five. I hope he returns the favor for me when it's his turn again. Speaking of which, the cup of chopsticks is now on our cheap coffee table in the living room. We take our game there, taking seats on the couch and mismatched chairs and drawing again.

"Oh you bitches are in trouble now," says Brittany, showing her crown. "All numbers take off a piece of clothing. I'm tired of being the only one with her tits out."

"Well you're going to have to wait a bit longer," Annie says, surprising all of us as she stands to unbutton her jeans. "Because I'm not wearing a bra, and I have no intention of being the first one topless." She wiggles out of her jeans, revealing her tiny black thong as the denim slips over her slender legs. It's hard not to look, but Wyatt and I try our best to keep our stares minimal as we step out of our own pants and fling them down the hallway to the laundry room.

Wyatt is wearing a pair of burgundy boxers with a blue pattern, and I admit I'm somewhat impressed he isn't pitching a tent, the whipped cream challenge still so recent. By contrast, I'm wearing a pair of dark grey boxer briefs, which makes my bulge look huge and the girls are quick to take notice. Their glances are anything but subtle, and we're both soaking up the attention. Annie crosses her legs but as she leans back we're given a great view of the natural curve of her ass, and the bulge in my underwear threatens to grow bigger.

We draw again, only to find that Brittany is once again Queen. "Numbers one through three have to take a drink for every sex toy they own."

Annie rolls her eyes, knowing this challenge is aimed at her, before taking four long swigs from her bottle. Unexpectedly, Wyatt asks a question. "Do handcuffs and bondage rope count?"

"If they didn't I wouldn't have taken four sips," Annie answers.

Wyatt shrugs, then takes two drinks of his own. I just learned something new about my roommate, and Annie seems just as curious, judging from the way she's biting her lip.

"What were the other two sips for?" I ask. She offers a grin in answer, but nothing more.

We replace the sticks, shuffle, and draw. For the third turn in a row, Brittany is holding the crown. "For fucks sake," Annie sighs, clearly having an idea ready to put in action.

Brittany ignores her roommate. "Number two has to spank number one. Three times."

I'm number two. I look up, hoping to see Annie smiling back at me. She's smiling, but not because she gets to be my victim. Wyatt groans next to me, and I know without looking that he's number one.

"Just get it over with," he says, climbing to his knees on the couch and bending over the back. I think about the bondage rope and handcuffs he mentioned before and wonder if this is the first time he's been in this position lately, but I don't ask for fear of the answer.

I stand to my feet with a sigh. It's not the most pleasant task, but it's easier than finishing my drink at the moment. I give his left cheek the first smack, immediately put off by how firm it feels compared to the usual cushion of a woman's. I can't even try to pretend this is Annie, as much as I'd love to.

The girls are laughing hysterically beside us, so at least they're enjoying the show. Wyatt makes no sound whatsoever, not even a wince as the second smack arrives. Yeah, this is definitely not his first time. I deliver the third and final smack and put extra force behind it, determined to at least make him flinch. To my dismay, he doesn't, leaving me to question whether my roommate is kinkier than I originally thought, or if maybe I need to lift more.

Squealing behind us, the girls are at least having the time of their lives, Brittany doubled over in laughter while Annie holds her hand over her mouth to keep from snorting. Wyatt says nothing as he returns to his seat, avoiding eye contact which I'm thankful for. I have gay friends, and I've even thought about the possibilities of being with other guys sexually, though I've never acted on it. Still, Wyatt is my close friend and this feels odd. Either way, the show must go on. I wait for the girls to finish convulsing next to us before waving to the cup, insisting we move on to the next victim.

It's Annie this turn, and I wonder if we'll finally get to see what challenge she was so impatient to command, but instead she can't help herself after seeing the previous punishment. "Number three has to spank me!" she orders, looking around for the lucky winner. Unfortunately, it isn't me. Nor is it Wyatt.

"Annie! You're being so bad tonight!" says Brittany, a touch of naughtiness in her voice. Still, she doesn't turn away, and unlike Wyatt and myself, Annie doesn't seem at all perturbed by the idea of letting her best friend give her a few smacks on her bare ass.

She literally crawls over into Brittany's lap, my eyes unable to look away as I watch that magnificent peach wiggle in the air next to me. Annie reaches the other side and lays across Brittany's legs on her stomach, her back arched and her butt right at her roommate's fingertips.

Her panties offer no cover as those fingers run slowly over the soft curve, teasing an excited gasp from Annie's lips before lifting away from her body and coming back down with speed and force. The resulting smack is almost as loud as Annie's squeal, and before the next one can even begin I realize there's no way my boxer briefs are going to feel comfortable after bearing witness.

The second smack is harder than the first, leaving a bright red hand print in Brittany's shadow, the tender flesh around it pale and white. Annie is biting her lip now, and I can only imagine she's just as excited as we are on the other side. I can't see much of her panties, but I imagine they're no longer dry by the time Brittany delivers the third and final smack, this one on the other cheek and just as satisfying. Annie squeals once more, flinching under her roommate's hand as the pain gives way to pleasure. Parts of her body jiggle that cause Wyatt to drool next to me.

"You know, at first I was jealous I couldn't be the one to spank you," Wyatt says, his voice low. "But after watching that, I'm certainly not complaining any more."

Annie teases him with a wink. "Maybe you'll get to try it yourself soon enough?" She almost sounds hopeful. Clearly she has a thing for Wyatt, though she hasn't stopped flirting with me either. Even now her eyes drift to me, her glance at my lap verifying that my underwear are in fact doing very little to hide my own arousal. She seems hungry. Brittany, though embarrassed, doesn't seem far behind.

"But give me a few minutes before anyone tries spanking me again. I think that's fair," Annie adds, rubbing her ass where the hand print is still bright and red. It looks painful, but she seems to be enjoying it. After that performance, I can agree she's earned a pass for that particular challenge at least. We put our sticks back in the cup and draw.

"My turn again," says Wyatt. He doesn't have to think long, and I assume he's been saving this dare for a while. "Number one has to hand their unlocked phone to number two, who then gets to select any one photo from their gallery and send it to everyone here."

"Oh fuck," Annie says, "that's sinister! I fucking love the way you think, let's do this!" She shows everyone her number, revealing that she will be the one handing over her phone. She seems oddly excited for someone facing potential embarrassment, but I figure that was just the alcohol. Unfortunately for me, Brittany would be doing the choosing, which means Wyatt and I will have to take whatever we receive. That being said, Brittany seems to have no problem punishing her lovely friend.

Annie hands over the phone after using her fingerprint to unlock the screen, and Brittany immediately goes to the gallery app. It doesn't take long of scrolling before her eyebrows are raised. "Goodness, that one could be good. And there's another." She keeps scrolling, her eyes getting wider by the second. "Fucking hell, Annie, how many selfies do you take in your underwear? And who are you sending these to?"

"Whoever I damn well please, thank you very much!" Annie replies. She watches her friend flip through photo after photo. "Not that one!" she finally says, having scrolled to something apparently too embarrassing even for her. Brittany grins, but doesn't send it. Eventually she scrolls back to the top and picks one of the first she encountered.

"I think this one will work nicely," she says, and Annie agrees. "Just enough to get them wanting more but not enough to get you fired from a job if it ever leaks."

She clicks the share button and within seconds my phone chimes next to me on the arm of the couch. I check my messages along with Wyatt, opening the image to feel my heart practically stop. It's a photo of Annie, with her ass on the counter of her bathroom, her body turned so you can just see the curve of her breast though her hand covers her nipple. She's taking the photo in the mirror, and the view from this angle is absolutely mouth watering, especially with the way she's biting her lip.

"Satisfied?" Brittany asks, already handing the phone back to her roommate.

Wyatt and I both nod. Our speechlessness causes more giggling on their end, and shared whispers about how we might have reacted to some of the other options. I can't help but wonder, but I won't press my luck. I'd rather see the real thing anyway, and I have a feeling whoever draws the crown this turn is going to make that wish come true.

Sure enough, when we finally compose ourselves enough to draw sticks once more, I'm the one holding the crown. I know there's a one-third risk I'll get this wrong and have Wyatt sitting naked next to me, but the odds are in my favor and I decide it's worth potentially wasting a turn over. "Number three has to remove an article of clothing," I say, immediately hoping to see one of the girls blush. I got lucky.