[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gudtxo/fm_the_weekend_getaway_part_1_mentions_of_group/) and [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/guwmf8/fm_light_ff_the_weekend_getaway_part_2_mentions/). No real background needed.
Dinner was surprisingly normal. Just a group of four friends hanging out, eating fancy pasta, and trying and failing not to think about the fact that they were all going to fuck in about an hour. I ate very little, my nerves coming back in full force and my desire to not be bloated overpowering my desire to eat. Henry’s hand comfortingly gripped my thigh under the table, the warm pressure of his hand grounding me.
The boys cleaned up the dishes as Elizabeth and I prepared dessert: peach cobbler and vanilla ice cream. As I looked up and down Elizabeth’s lithe frame, a sudden surge of bravery coursed through me. I called her over and dripped some ice cream over her collarbone, quickly lapping it up with my tongue as she shrieked with laughter. “Ok, Fifty Shades, rein it in there,” Tony called over from the sink.
“YOU’VE seen Fifty Shades?” I laughed.
He shrugged. “I was bored and it was on tv.”
“Oh fuck off. I know you paid for it — I saw it with you,” Elizabeth half-shouted.
“Fuck! I forgot that was with you.”