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Sex or Suicide

... opposite hand. "Ah, shit," I groaned. I put the glass to my lips and turned the shot up and into my mouth. I swallowed quickly and began chasing it down with beer. It helped very little. I felt like my head had been blasted full of helium. Spider webs of shock enveloped my skull. The liquid scorched its trail to my stomach, and a violent shiver crawled up my spine. The suicide hit my gut and tumbled, immediately disagreeing with the contents of my stomach. I felt nauseous and dizzy as I slammed the beer can down and slid the shot glass away. I could hear Nicole laughing wickedly, and glancing over at Cory I saw him cringing with what could only be sympathy. As the immensely terrible sensation subsided, I glared at Nicole. "That is the worst shit I have ever drank it my entire life," I growled at her with a cough. "It lives up to its name, baby," Nicole winked. "Now you owe us an article of clothing." I sighed. With a troubled look at Cory, I began pulling off my shirt. I tossed it to the floor and crossed my arms. Nicole eyed me with a grin, but I saw her glance at Cory briefly. I could practically feel his gaze on me. I wondered distantly if he found me arousing without my shirt. It was a weird thing to think about. I was in pretty decent shape. I was athletic looking aside from the small beer belly I had developed. I then began hoping that I looked good to Nicole. Was she fantasizing about me now like Cory likely was doing? Nicole already had the dice in her hand. She ...

... dropped them to the table and the three of us looked to see the verdict. "Rub Cory's neck," she stated flatly. "That one's stupid, so I'm gonna copy you guys this time." Nicole wasted no time grabbing her shot. Cory and I watched her with anticipation as she flung the suicide into her mouth and began chugging her beer. It was our turn to laugh as her face turned sour and she beat her free hand on the table. She set her beer down and moaned loudly. She tapped at her chest and started to breathe in a deep rapid rythym. "Holy shit, it's been a while since I've done that," Nicole gasped. Cory and I laughed louder. She showed a middle finger to each of us, smiling and rolling her eyes. "So, I hate to remind you," Cory said, "but you still owe us some clothing." "Yeah, yeah," Nicole replied. I looked over at Cory, who shot me a sly grin. I then turned my greedy gaze back to the beauty across the table. It wouldn't be the first time I had seen Nicole in just her bra. She had changed shirts in front of me before, but knowing that she was doing it now purely for show made my bl**d pump faster. She reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Her pink curls fell across her chest, where I saw her petite breasts just barely hidden behind her plain black bra. Her stomach was flat and smooth, accentuated by her pierced belly button. Dangling from the piercing were three tiny chains, each decorated with small pink and black stars. Nicole's skin was pale but ...