Teddy was not a smart lad. Add in that he was doing quite a bit of drinking (current gulp of whiskey burning down his gullet, included) and his smartness level was dipping far too low. He'd wanted to get them drunk and get things to the proper level of physicality long ago, but Devon was talking too much and drinking too little. And now she was making a huge, big deal out of the stupid game he'd concocted, a game he rather wished he'd not have suggested at all by this point. They should have already been on their fourth or fifth dare by this point - and probably half naked, if not more so - but there was that whole talking thing she was clinging to that was getting in the way.

Really, could she ever stop talking? Even as she finally gave into the dare and was getting herself all ready for his tongue, his frustration was rapidly reaching a new high point and his smartness had disappeared entirely. In a move that he would later wonder at, he leaned forward, slid his hand right up under her flirty pink skirt to get in an attempted fondle and spoke his mind - a mind he generally kept to himself or the lads: "I'd say that any lady worth knowing would be keen to get my big willy shoved deep into her puss."


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