Meghan and Jessica jumped up and down on the pair of twin beds, feathers flying everywhere on each impact. “Go Jessica,” yelled one of the on-lookers as Jessica swung her pillow wide and caught Meghan off balance, sending her to the mattress, giggling. “Yeah!” Jessica stood proudly, still bouncing slightly on the bed and causing her chest to heave against the bra with each bounce. “Who’s next?”
Maggie quickly volunteered, grabbing the pillow from Meghan’s hands and hopping up on the bed. She was wearing pink boy shorts and a tank top over an equally vibrant pink bra, visible through the thin cotton. “You’re so going down,” she said through a smile as she tossed the pillow over her shoulder, ready to strike.
Meghan carelessly slid off of the bed, her underwear bunching up as she plopped onto the floor. She quickly rose, adjusting herself as she joined the cheering crowd. “Go Maggie!”
The girls swung with more flair than force, making a great show of it as they laughed and played. More feathers escaped the pillow’s clutches, covering more of the floor with each swing. Maggie made a valiant effort, but she was laughing so hard she knocked herself onto the bed, still laughing as Jessica raised her arms victoriously. All of the girls swarmed Jessica, toppling her over and covering her with their bodies while reaching out for her feet, underarms, and sides with their wiggling fingertips.
Jessica giggled loudly, her mock protests for them to stop were ignored as they laughed, their bodies becoming a swirl of pink and purple undergarments, painted nails, and tanned summer skin. After a minute, the girls all stopped the tickle attack and collapsed where they lay, laughing and smiling. “Who wants to play Truth or Dare,” said a voice in the pile. The chorus of approvals filled the room as the girls disconnected their bodies and reorganized in a circle on the floor.
Jessica spoke up first, the prize she won for her pillow fighting victory. “Breana, truth or dare?”
“Dare,” she replied, with an excited look in her eyes. “I dare you to kiss Meghan,” said Jessica coyly. Meghan and Breana locked stares and turned towards each other, leaning forward, their heads tilting slightly as their wet lips closed in on each other.
“Tom? Tom! Did you hear me?”
Tom blinked twice, focusing his eyes on Mark’s gaze. “Um, sorry, Meghan said she was going to a sleepover with her girlfriends tonight. We all know what that means.” Tom and the other guys all looked at each other, smiled, and gave a slight nod of mutual understanding.
This is part of a 30 day series of 2-3 minute short stories written for the 30 days between Thanksgiving and Christmas, 2011. You can view all the stories in the Short Story A Day category.