“This is our suite,” said Casillas. “I’m sorry if it’s a mess.”

I laughed for the first time that night. The room was huge, but I could barely see the floor. Vuvuzelas were scattered everywhere, shirts and pants covered the floor like carpet, the TV was on the edge of the table, and mugs and water bottles spilt on tables and chairs.

“It’s beautiful,” I giggled.

“I wanted to assign the beds,” said David. “But you can barely see it.”

Suddenly a cat emerged from a pile of underwear, meow-ed and walked to the toilet.

“I have no idea,” said Pique when he saw my shocked face. “He came in here this morning, his name is Cesc.”

Cesc slapped Pique on the arm and both of them started playfully punching each other. How sweet, I thought to myself.

“I’m actually kind of tired,” I told them. “Can I sleep somewhere?”

Fernando pointed at a bed full of their blue jersey pants. “You can sleep here.”

If someone told me to sleep on a bed full of dirty pants, I’d probably refuse. But first, it was Fernando fucking Torres, and next, they were the Spain NT’s pants. Yes, ladies and gentleman, these fine cloths have rubbed against their dicks. I nodded and climbed on the bed, trying to find the number 3 pants and without anyone looking; I took them beneath the blankets and smelled it. I know this looks bad, but no one can judge me. What would you do if I gave you Gerard Pique’s pants?

“Verdad o reto!”

I opened my eyes from my Pique’s pants high and saw the boys were sitting in a circle atop the mess.

“Huh?”

“Truth or dare,” said Xabi. “Sorry if we get loud.”

“Can I join?” I asked, getting out of bed.

“Of course!” said David. “But every time you refuse to answer a question or refuse to do a dare, you take one shot.” He pointed at a full bottle of Jack Daniel’s and one shot glass.

“Bring it!” I said, joining the circle between Pique and Fernando.

The empty beer bottle spun a few times before landing on David. He answered Dare.

“Kiss Kate,” said Iker.

“On the lips?” asked David.

“Where else? On her ass?”

“I’d kiss her ass,” replied David.

David crawled across the circle, looked me in the eyes and whispered, “eres hermosa.” He leaned in and kissed me, and not the peck, he did the full-on kiss you see in movies. His hands went to my neck and up to my head and I wrapped my arms around him. It was aggressive, sexy, and he was by far was the best kisser I have ever known. He pulled away slowly, softly biting my lower lip as he let go.

“I said kiss her, not eat her,” said Iker.

David grinned and went back to his seat. He spun the bottle, it landed on Fernando. He chose Truth.

“Wussy,” said David, throwing an underwear to his face.

The circle started to think and finally decided on a question. “If you would fuck anyone in the team, who would it be?” Pique asked.

Without missing a beat, Fernando said, “I’ll take the shot.”

The circle cheered. David gave the shot glass to him and Fernando swallowed it in one gulp, making a face as his swallowed the burning taste of tequila.

“Oh, Kate, just so you know, we all get drunk really fast, so be prepared for slurry sentences, people falling on you, and pissing on you,” Xabi said.

“I pissed on you guys ONCE okay, and it was your fault, I tried waking you guys up,” David said.

After a few tedious rounds of Truths, in which no one wanted to answer the very private questions, everyone in the circle had drunk at least 6 shots.

“You are all pussies,” David said. “Only I did a dare.” He punched Iker in the face. Iker laughed.

The bottle was spun and landed on Cesc. He picked Dare. 

Xabi, the one who was the most drunk, offered the Dare. “You have to… to…” Well he didn’t really offer anything because he dropped to the ground then and there. Snoring.

Navas laughed. “Cesc… you have to, finger Kate.”

Cesc, who had drunk 6 shots but was still more sober than the others, sat up straight. “Or you take a shoooooootttttttt,” slurred David, who by now was down to his underwear, drawing a unicorn on his left thigh with a sharpie.

Cesc leaned towards me. “Wanna?”

I shrugged.

Cesc started kissing my neck. “This isn’t part of the dare,” I told him.

“I can do whatever I fucking want,” he said, his breath smelled of alcohol. He pinned me down and started taking off my jersey. We were still in the circle but no one was looking at us. They were all too busy playing with the cat. Pique was trying to force the cat to drink a shot.

Cesc pulled down my pants and started kissing my breasts while his hands wander around my thighs. His hands played with my thong as I wrapped my legs around him. He took off his shirt and slid off his pants.

“What are you doing? He said finger,” I managed to say.

“I heard fuck. And so did you, right?” he whispered.

“I did,” I finally said.

I tried my best not to moan as he went inside me.