Free WORTHY, Part 2 by Lexie Ray

either, have you?”
     
    I shook my head, but quickly stopped. It made me terribly dizzy.
     
    “This is a great game to get to know everyone,” Brock said. “It’s called ‘Never Have I Ever.’ Basically, we go in a circle and name things we’ve never done. Whoever has done them has to take a drink.”
     
    Both of them studied my blank look for a couple of seconds.
     
    “Never has she ever heard of this game,” Jane remarked. “Brock, you go first. Michelle, you’ll catch on.”
     
    “All right,” I said uncertainly.
     
    “Never have I ever taken it up the ass,” Brock said cheerfully.
     
    “Liar,” Jane said, grinning as she took a drink.
     
    I wrinkled my nose. What had just happened?
     
    “Brock has never been on the receiving end of anal sex — allegedly,” Jane said, raising her eyebrow at him. “Since I have been on the receiving end, I took a drink. What about you, Michelle? Have you ever had anal sex before?”
     
    I blushed, embarrassed out of my mind. “I don’t think I want to play this game,” I said, looking away.
     
    Jane and Brock burst out into laughter. “We’re all friends here, Michelle,” Brock told me, holding his hands out. “We’ll take your secrets to the grave. Promise. Now, be a good sport and play. It’s a fun game, it’ll get us drunk, and we’ll get to know one another better. What do you say?”
     
    I stupidly wished Jonathan were there at the club to back me up. He’d curse them both out inventively and cheerfully and put all of this to an end. This whole premise made me ridiculously uncomfortable.
     
    “I don’t know,” I hedged. “It seems like they’re going to be really personal questions.”
     
    “That’s the whole point,” Jane said. “That’s the best part of the game. It’s much more fun than spending months and months digging for secrets, don’t you think?”
     
    I didn’t know what to think, but I nodded numbly. All the drinks I’d had were making me unusually pliant. I took another sip of my drink — it was perfectly balanced and very delicious after the raw tequila shot — and settled back on the couch.
     
    “The game is on, then,” Jane said, clapping her hands. “Never have I ever had a cock. Brock! Why are you drinking, you dickless son of a bitch?”
     
    He laughed as he swigged his cocktail. “That was a cheap shot, even for you,” he said. “Now, Michelle, it’s your turn. Tell us something you’ve never done.”
     
    “Never have I ever gone skydiving,” I said, my voice small.
     
    “Boring,” Jane said, rolling her eyes. “Come on, Michelle. It has to be something juicy. That’s the whole point.”
     
    “I’ve been skydiving,” Brock said, sipping his drink. “It’s only juicy if you hit the ground without a parachute.”
     
    “Disgusting,” Jane opined. “Another one, Michelle, and make it good this time.”
     
    I cast around for possibilities. They wanted something juicy, which meant that they wanted something about sex.
     
    “Never have I ever… had sex on a boat?”
     
    Both Jane and Brock took drinks dutifully.
     
    “You mean to tell me Jonathan hasn’t taken you out on the yacht?” Brock asked. “That was one of his favorite places to take girls.”
     
    “Michelle isn’t a girl,” Jane reminded him. “She’s his wife. Plus, it’s been too cold to be out on the lake. Don’t worry, Michelle. I’m sure that as soon as Jonathan comes back and summer comes, he’ll take you out on the yacht and you can pop your boat sex cherry.”
     
    “I wonder if he remembers how to operate the yacht,” Brock said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “I might have to come along, too. You know, to drive the boat. Chaperone. Listen. Watch. Participate, if you all are feeling magnanimous that day.”
     
    “You’re such a pervert,” Jane laughed. “Now, go on. It’s your turn.”
     
    “Never have I ever lived alone in the woods before,” Brock said, raising his eyebrows at me.