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The game of truth, dare, shot it had ended just as quickly and as messily as it had started. The potant mixture of dark rum and beer that had been messily sloshing around Toni’s insides now felt like it had just evaporated through her and vanished, just like any remaining input of logic or judgment had. The sky, now dark and clear was quickly beginning to to feel like a sobering realisation of everything that had happened and everything that was about to happen. The calm before the storm.
Toni had the notion way before the night even progressed to this mess, of what would the inevitable negative outcome of kissing a straight, highly religious girl like Bee in front of a bunch of drunken strangers who all shared the same set of faiths and beliefs, even if Bee essentially had iniated the kiss herself.
Bee’s dark eyes that were heavily lingering onto hers was enough validation for her to know that any personal boundaries they had previously set for themselves tonight were off the table.
Despite the hungry eyes, Toni couldn’t help shake the feeling that Bee wasn’t just looking at her, but was looking through her, searching uncertainly, hesitantly for any type of reassurance that Toni could offer. Toni could almost feel Bee’s patience, her longing for Toni to step up and say something, anything in this moment. Toni swallows hard, her body slightly twitching as she tries desperately to ignore the throbbing between her thighs and the quiet frantic hushed whispering that was beginning to surround them, with a literal choice of infinite response, she clears her throat and whispers quietly,
“Anyone told you before that you smell like vanilla? Like the really good kind you get from Ben and Jerrys.”
The eruption of earsplitting squeals and shrill cackles suddenly encased them after Toni’s pathetic nervous drivel. Not one of the girls sitting had kept their previous position of sitting up straight as they were now in crumpled heaps, bent double with hysterical laughter. All but two, Cleo and Bee.
The soft pleading look in Bee’s eyes had quickly vanished as a suffocating tension between them that didn’t exist a few seconds ago began to grow. Bee, who Toni couldn’t work out if she looked more horrified than embarrassed as she restlessly picked at the corner of manicured nails, her eyes burning a hole into the ground before her, refusing to look up at Toni, to address the situation she had put herself into. Toni could tell that she had fucked up, she knew she should of given Bee the support she needed there and then, but the moment had passed. Toni couldn’t help it, her brain was spinning with a million different thoughts. All she had fantasied about for weeks was different variations of how it would of ever felt to have Bee’s lips on hers.
“No way this idiot fumbled the bag this fucking hard, Toniiiiii you were about to get laid by one of the hottest most religious nuns I have ever seen and you’re sitting there all dumbfounded comparing her to icecream? Oh my god, what a loss for all dykes out there”
“That’s enough Fatin” Cleo said sharply, her voice cracking slightly.
“I should probably go.” and with those four words Shelby gets up quietly, her eyes still avoiding Toni and everyone else’s as she vanishes into one of the cabins behind, slamming the door heavily behind her.