Regency Romance: A Duchess in Disguise (Historical 19th Century Victorian Romance) (Duke Fantasy Billionaire Romance) (56 page)

The exchange became
fierce;
we’d attack and force them to drink, and they’d respond in kind.  As the alcohol began to make my vision blurry, I
began
letting out a string of obscenities that would have made my father proud. 

My loud mouth caught a few laughs from the people nearby, and I felt a little bit of enjoyment from
being so well received
. 

We were down to our last cups; one more success would mean that we’d get to pick a fun punishment for our rivals.  I was already thinking
up
terrible things to make them do; I would have them run around the block naked, or I’d have them go for a dip in the lake even though most of it was frozen over from the winter cold. 

My teammate stepped up for his, hopefully final, toss.  I could hear my heartbeat in my
chest
as the suspense was killing me.  He loosed
it,
and it bounced just off the edge of the tiny red cup. 

I exhaled a sigh of utter defeat even though we had yet to lose.  The girl on the other team bobbed and weaved about while trying to line up her
shot,
and I hoped she would miss.  I knew I could make the final throw. 

But, it was all for not.  She lazily tossed the ball that bounced off the table a few times before planting it squarely in the last glass on our side. 

“That shouldn’t count, you can barely see straight,” I said.  Although, that wasn’t all I had to say as even more unsportsmanlike slurs ushered from my lips.

Still, I snagged the last glass from the table, which sloshed around in my drunken grasp, before downing the beverage in one gulp.  It was at that point that I let out the most unladylike belch.

My partner did nothing but laugh, watching me stumble around on my skates.  I took a moment and sat
myself
upon the ground to remove
them
when the winning team started chiming in with their decision for punishment.

“Okay, Rick.  Your punishment is, you have to kiss the dirtiest mouth at this whole party,” said the girl.

I started laughing while wondering who that might be.  Then I found my answer when my partner, Rick, plucked me from the floor and started kissing me. 
At first,
I tried my best to push away, but the firmness of his lips and the rush of adrenaline I had from losing the game were getting the best of me.  I liked it, and my head yearned for more human contact. 

He pulled his head back slowly, craning his neck to give me some space while looking into my eyes.  For the briefest of
seconds,
I thought he might feel the same way as I did, but he just unwound his arms and started to walk away.

“Okay, what’s your name,” the girl asked.

“I’m Casey,” I said while picking my skates up off the ground.

“Alright Casey, I have a punishment for you,” she had a wicked smile on her
lips,
and I knew nothing good was going to come of it.

“You have to do a lap around the ice rink,” she started.

I felt a sigh of relief, but then she continued.

“Wearing only your ice skates,” she added.

A sudden panic struck me in the
heart,
and my entire body tensed.  All the small conversations around me
stopped,
and I was suddenly the center of attention.

“I don’t think I can do that,” I said, meekly, barely echoing my voice for anyone to hear. 

Rick must have noticed because he sidled up closer beside me and whispered in my ear.

“Casey, have a sense of adventure.  Everyone here is drunk and won’t even remember what you look like
anyway
.  I have a feeling this is more toned down that what she was
originally
thinking,” he said.

I pondered the idea for a moment, getting naked in front of a crowd was probably my worst fear.  I started thinking back to all the books I’d read; all of them full of heroes that fought against great evil, finding their way out of impossible situations.  Then I realized I was pretty drunk
anyway
.

“Alright, If I’m to be a martyr so that this party might never be forgotten, let me be so,” I said chivalrously.

I saw many cocked eyes and awkward glances after I said
it
and now regretted saying as much.

The weight of the task weighed in my mind, and I wanted to force the crowd to turn around so I could change but knew it would make no difference.  So, I started to slide my pants off over my slender
legs;
it probably would have been
more difficult if
I had been curvier but I’ve always been skinny.

The crowd began to hoot and holler, and my adrenaline was pumping again.  I was too nervous to take off my underwear just yet, so I took off my sweater and felt the cold from the ice start to freeze my nipples under my small bra. 

I pulled my beanie back down on my head, in a vain attempt to keep as much heat as I could inside my body.  I plopped down on a bench near the entrance to the ice rink and peeled off my cotton panties.  The excitement of
being watched
was turning me on, which increased my embarrassment.  I hoped that nobody was paying attention to that.

I slipped my ice skates back on while doing my best to hide my girlie bits from prying eyes.  I saw a few flashes go off in the crowd and just prayed that I wouldn’t see it on Monday.

With my skates on, I held one hand up to my recently shaved mound to hide
myself
, but it didn’t help in the slightest.  They continued to
holler,
and I could tell the guys were
excited for
the free show; I wanted to smack them all.

I unclasped my bra and lowered it
over
my small, perky breasts, tossing it aside; using my hands to cover them and crossing my legs to cover my other parts.

“Start skating, girl,” said the girl.  I would make her pay for this sometime.

I stepped
onto
the ice and inched my way around, trying to keep hidden while completing this ridiculous dare.  But, as I did it I realized that the more time
I
spent
inching
around the ice, the longer I’d have to be naked. 

I hunched over and began skating fast, taking bigger strides as I went in an attempt to finish quicker.  I saw flashes from cell phone cameras and just rolled my eyes as there was nothing I could do to stop it now. 

Then I just stopped caring.  I let myself go and started feeling at ease on the ice.  The motion of skating was warming my core, and the swooshing of the ice took away their screams at my naked frame. 

In all the excitement, I could feel
a dripping
down my leg.  I
really
was getting turned on from being naked in front of all these people.  I hoped that it was just a one-time
occurrence
and that I wasn’t some
kind of
exhibitionist.  Maybe it was all the drinks I’d
consumed
or the excitement of almost winning a game. 

I rounded the other side and began to make my way back, my heart pounded the whole
way,
and I started to think of the characters from my book, and the things they went through while accomplishing their great deeds.  I felt like a hero.

Rick stepped out on the
ice,
and my heart skipped a beat.  I yearned to
be kissed
again; I could feel it in my bones.  He pulled out a camera and started photographing the entire thing.  I had some slightly naughty thoughts about what he’d be doing with the footage later.

My skate slipped
below
me, sending me tumbling to my back but still moving towards Rick.  I tried to stop myself with my
skates,
but it just splayed my legs out, giving everyone a perfect view of my incredibly wet sex. 

I came to a stop in front of Rick, whom apparently found it more important to take a picture of my womanhood than help me up.  I whipped my legs closed as quickly as physically possible as Rick held out a hand to help me up.

I took
it
and hugged close to him to try to cover myself with something.  He reached over for my jacket and threw it
around
my shoulders.

“I have a feeling you won’t be forgetting this for a while,” he said
through
a smile.

“Hey, I only did it because I’m drunk and had to follow through with the gamble.  It’s your fault I’m her to begin with,” I retorted.

He handed me the rest of my
things,
and I don’t think I’ve ever dressed
myself
faster in my life.  It felt as though I had never felt warmth before and was just feeling it for the first time as I got dressed.

“Please tell me you’ll get rid of that recording,” I said.

“Casey, I’ll remember this for years to come,” he replied.

I stuffed my skates back into my bag; I wanted to get away from the crowd of
drunks,
but they all felt the need to tell me how awesome I was.  I did feel like the hero of the party.

I looked over to
Rick,
who handed a few dollars to the girl that challenged me to the
dare
.  By the time I’d gotten over to ask what it was for, Rick was already gone. 

“Why did he just give you a wad of cash,” I asked.

“Who do you think wanted to get you to skate around the rink naked?  I guess the kiss was just a bonus.”

I felt like an idiot.

3.

The drive home was long and boring, nearly 200 miles of
farm land
and snow as far as the eye could see.  A measure of beauty came out of the old place, seeing the rolling hills covered
in
something as pure as snow; it looked so surreal in its monotony.

I came to a stop in front of my mother’s house.  As I pulled up, I could make out her silhouette behind the front door waiting for my entry.  I didn’t have much to bring in, but it was enough that I could barely see where I was going.

“Casey, you’re home!” she shouted from the porch. 

I followed the sound of her
voice
while doing my best to stay on my feet on the icy walkway.  She took a couple of my larger bags and ushered me inside with the biggest of hugs.

“How’s school,” she asked.

“School is keeping me busy, that’s for sure,” I replied.

“Have you done anything fun this year?”

I didn’t want to say a thing to her about my exploits around the ice rink
recently,
so I tried to steer the conversation elsewhere.

“How have you been?  I really should call more often,” I asked. 

“Well, I have some great news, but I was hoping to save it for dinner time.  In the meantime, I just finished boiling some water.  Would you like some tea or cocoa?”

“Tea, please,” I replied.

We sat about, making polite conversation.  We hadn’t seen each other for a few
months,
and I was the worst at keeping in touch.  It sounded like she had stayed busy while I was gone, going to local meetups for adults, and meeting more new people to spend
time with
.  It seemed she was doing all the things that I was distracting
her from
.  She and I were best gal-pals, but as I grew up, we grew apart.  I found solace in my
books,
and she took to practicing piano anytime it suited her fancy. 

When I found a lull in the conversation, I excused myself to return
to my room
to put away my things.  I had almost a month off from school and wanted to keep away from the vitriol of the school.  The videos of me and the rink continued to make their way
around
the school, and thankfully I never saw the video that Rick took. 

I had become something of a legend on the party scene, which was great for my popularity, but not for my solitude.  There were so many people interested in having me come to their event, and I had even less interest than before.

I heard mom stamp up the hardwood steps of the tiny house, walking towards my bedroom.  She knocked on the open door.

“Hey Casey,
company
will be here shortly,” she said.

I
nodded
but was still curious about this mysterious
company
that she’d be keeping.  No matter, though; as it was probably just a few friends from a knitting group coming by for dinner. 

I pulled on my comfiest sweater and joined her downstairs, with my book in hand.  She knew my
habits
and had already cleared off my favorite chair for reading.