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dare.
    “Truth,” I answer, relishing the fact that everyone’s watching me come to the decision, even though people are sort of having their individual conversations.
    “Have you ever fooled around with a girl?” he asks, and the entire room goes silent.
    “No,” I admit, actually feeling slightly ashamed of my conservatism. Basically every girl I know has slept with a girl, whether it was a “college thing” or “just a wild phase,” and I’ve never even come close. My college roommate used to say that we were a couple of years too old to have been a part of the trend, and that about two years after we graduated from high school, adolescent girls started madly messing around with their girlfriends. “Lesbians have hit on me, but never the cute ones.”
    “So you’re saying you would if she was hot?” Gus asks.
    “Hey, no double questioning,” Gus’s friend Dan—a guy with an enormous dimple in his chin—interrupts. “My turn.”
    Gus shrugs, as he takes a sip from the passing Jägermeister bottle.
    “Amelia, truth or dare?” Dan asks.
    “Dare.”
    He looks from me to Jane, who happens to not only be a gorgeous, statuesque blonde, but also openly bisexual. “I dare you to make out with Jane.”
    I turn to Jane, half embarrassed and half excited, and she’s smiling at me. That song “I Kissed a Girl” flashes through my head, as well as an image of Portia de Rossi. I move my face in close to hers and hesitate.
    “Don’t be scared,” Jane smiles.
    And I just dive in, touching her lips with mine tentatively, then retreating and returning, opening my mouth a bit wider and allowing her tongue into my mouth. The greatest shocker of all is that this doesn’t feel any different from the lifetime of experience I’ve had kissing boys, although Jane’s lips are perhaps the softest I’ve ever encountered and she tastes slightly minty. With the crowd quite literally fixated, Jane and I continue to kiss for a good minute or so. And then I pull away and can’t look at her.
    “How was it?” Gus asks, and I find myself blushing.
    I glance at Jane shyly. “It was nice?” I say, and Jane nods.
    “Want to go in the other room together?” This is Dan, who seems way too determined to have this happen. But the truth is, though kissing her felt amazing, what turned me on far more was the excitement of the crowd watching.
    Then it’s Molly’s turn, and she dares one of Gus’s friends, a guy who’s been sitting rather silently in the corner, to show us his dick. We all sit back and prepare for him to pull some floppy thing out of his jeans for a second, but suddenly Mr. Diminutive leaps to his feet, takes his penis out, and starts performing some kind of incredibly disturbing little jig, shoving his hairy thing in each of our faces. And while yes, it’s not infinitesimal, the guy isn’t so huge that such a genital dance might be justifiable, if such things could be justified. As he begins to circle the group for the third time—shoving his dick as much at the guys as the girls—I start to literally feel sick to my stomach. He gives us exhibitionists a bad name , I think.
    Minutes later, this guy, Eddie, passes out under the couch but the game continues. Molly is doing a striptease from the kitchen counter. Stephanie is putting ice on her nipples. Gus is revealing to anyone who’s listening that he slept with a transsexual in Tijuana. The entire game is essentially verging on pre-orgy. Never one to stand on the sidelines too much, I start doing a sort of impromptu striptease by the fireplace while everyone else in the room is gathered in various places doing their own drunken form of expression.
    I know that removing my top as a party trick is supposed to reveal that I have no esteem or am slutty, but the fact is I’m quite proud of my naturally voluptuous boobs, which I feel I’ve earned. All the silicone and latex girls didn’t have to deal with being teased ruthlessly by Joe Ford for having