Derrick tensed slightly as she sucked hard on his tongue as it chased hers into her mouth in a dance as old as time. That didn't stop a soft moan though as he felt a soft tingling in his belly that slowly started to spread outwards and down. Assuming that she would enjoy the gesture as well, he tentatively drew her tongue into his mouth, and returned it. He really hoped that he was doing alright. That kiss when he was a kid had certainly never gotten quite this far. That boy hadn't been nearly so good with his lips either, and his mind strayed back to her truth. What would that feel like, he couldn't help but wonder.<br/><br/>He was just starting to relax into the kiss, and the feeling of her small hands on his shoulders when they were interrupted. The reminder that he had an audience stole away all thoughts of what those lips of hers would feel like on other parts of his body. He pulled away quickly, cheeks bright red and stammering. He couldn't stop a few side long glances at Ariel though, as he steadied his breathing and tried very hard to ignore how suddenly his loose jeans had begun to feel uncomfortably tight. He snatched up the drink that Marc had brought back for him and downed a good half of it, and then he was spluttering slightly because it was much stronger this time around.<br/><br/>He glanced around at the others, trying to gauge their reactions. Would there be more dares like this one in his future? He both hoped for and dreaded that there would be. "I guess that makes it my turn, if the lady is satisfied?"