Clarisse wandered around the frat house, her eyes scanning over the sea of drunken college kids. It wasn't exactly her scene, but she was always up for a little adventure. Her gaze landed on a group of guys playing beer pong in the corner. One of them, a tall and lean guy with shaggy blonde hair, caught her eye. His name was Jake, and he was the type of guy who exuded confidence and self-assurance.
"Hey there," he said, his voice laced with a hint of mischief. "Wanna play?"
Clarisse hesitated, but the competitive edge in her made her agree. After a few games, Jake suggested they switch it up and do a strip version of the game. Clarisse laughed, but agreed.
As the game progressed, the two of them stripped down to their underwear, the tension between them palpable. Clarisse found herself getting more and more turned on by Jake's body, his muscles rippling with each movement. When it was finally down to the last cup, she missed her shot, and Jake let out a triumphant laugh.
"Well, well, well," he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Looks like you owe me a little something."
Clarisse gulped, suddenly realizing what he meant. "I don't know," she stammered. "I'm not really into that kind of stuff."
Jake's grin widened. "Oh, come on. Just a little kiss. It'll be fun."