The living room was already thick with laughter and empty beer bottles when Sarah suggested the blind tasting game. “It’ll be hilarious,” she said, clapping her hands. “We take turns, blindfolded, and guess what we’re fed.“
There were five of them: Sarah, Mia, Lexi, Jake, and quiet little Emma, the sweet one who still blushed at dirty jokes.
They started innocently enough.
Jake went first. Blindfold on. Sarah spooned chocolate pudding into his mouth. “Easy. Pudding,” he announced.
Mia got a slice of pickle. Lexi got strawberry yogurt. Everyone guessed correctly, then it was Emma’s turn.
They tied the silk scarf tight around her eyes, knotting it twice so she couldn’t peek. She giggled nervously, hands folded in her lap like a good girl.
“Okay, Em,” Sarah announced, voice dripping sugar. “Open wide.”
The others exchanged glances. Jake was already grinning, phone up.
Sarah opened the can they’d hidden behind the couch: premium wet dog food, the expensive kind that looked almost like beef stew. She scooped a heaping spoonful, the brown sludge glistening.
Emma opened her mouth obediently, pink tongue resting on her lower lip.
The spoon slid in.
The smell hit the others first; musky, meaty, wrong. Emma chewed slowly, brow furrowing.
“It’s… some kind of pâté?” she tried. “Like liver? It tastes really bad tho”
The room erupted. Lexi had to turn away so Emma wouldn’t hear her wheezing laugh. Jake zoomed in, flash on, catching the moment of oblivious Emma’s eating dog food.
“Close!” Sarah lied. “Super close. Next one.”
They gave the others normal things again: Nutella, olives, a piece of sushi. Easy guesses, but then.. Emma’s second turn.
This time Lexi held the spoon. Behind the couch, Mia had warmed a bowl of cold spaghetti mixed with tuna juice and a dash of milk. It looked like creamy pasta when you squinted.
Emma opened again, trusting.
The mess slid over her tongue. She gagged once, delicately, then forced herself to chew.
“Oh gosh… it’s, um, carbonara gone bad?” she guessed, voice small.
The game dragged on, the others milking every second of Emma’s innocence. They kept the rhythm cruelly perfect: normal round for everyone else, nightmare round for her.
After the tuna disaster, they let two more safe turns pass, then blindfolded Emma again.
This time Mia disappeared to the bathroom and came back with a small glass bowl. She’d been holding it for an hour. Inside: a thick, glistening wad of her own spit, mixed with the ash from her previous cigarette.
“Open, angel,” Mia teased her.
Emma parted her lips. The spoon tipped. The slimy clot slid onto her tongue like warm oyster. She made a soft, wounded sound but chewed obediently, nose wrinkling.
“It’s… oyster shooter with tobacco sauce?” she guessed, voice cracking.
They lost it. Sarah had to bite a pillow to stay quiet. Jake’s phone shook as he filmed the ash smear on Emma’s lower lip.
Another safe round for the others. Then Emma again.
Lexi produced a condom she’d used with her boyfriend the night before. She turned it inside out over a spoon so the milky load coated the latex like yogurt.
Emma took the entire spoonful without hesitation. The rubbery taste made her pause, but she swallowed, throat bobbing, a single pearly strand stretching from her lip to the spoon before it snapped.
“Greek yogurt with… weird skin?” she tried.
Close-up flash. Caption already typed in the group chat: “protein boost”.
They fed the others jelly beans and lime sorbet. Laughed about how easy it was.
Sarah crouched behind the couch and worked two fingers into herself until they were slick. She scooped the creamy strings onto a pretzel stick and fed it to blindfolded Emma like a lollipop.
Emma sucked gently, confused by the salt-sweet-musky flavor, cheeks hollowing.
“Um… pretzel with truffle butter?”
The room screamed silently.
Emma kept smiling, wanting to be a good sport.
“Last big one, Em,” Jake said gently. “Open really wide, okay? It’s a drink this time.”
They’d planned it all week. Sarah knelt in front of Emma, knees on the carpet, and parted her lips. Lexi and Mia held Emma’s shoulders so she wouldn’t jerk away when it started.
Jake stood over her, unzipped quietly, aimed.
The stream hit the back of Emma’s throat before she realized it was liquid. Warm, salty, endless. She sputtered, but Mia’s hand cupped under her chin.
“Swallow, sweetie,” Mia whispered. “It’s part of the challenge. Guess the drink.”
Emma tried. She really did. Gulp after gulp, trusting them, tears soaking the blindfold. The others were crying too from laughter. Phones recorded: her little throat working, piss dripping off her chin onto her pretty dress, the wet patch spreading across her chest.
They let her sit there a moment, trembling.
„Uuhm a sports drink b-but warm“
“Booo wrong again” Sarah said brightly, “time to show you what you actually tasted!”
Quick hands swapped everything out. The dog-food can vanished, replaced with an identical-looking tin of beef stew. The bowl of tuna-pasta became actual carbonara. And the “sports drink” became a bottle of warm lemon lime-
They untied the blindfold.
Emma blinked up at them, face crimson, lips puffy and glistening.
“I… I got them all wrong,” she said in a tiny voice. “I’m so sorry, guys.”
They showed her the innocent props one by one.
“See? Just stew! Just pasta! Just lime!” They hugged her, cooing, wiping her face with napkins that came away yellow but which she never noticed.
Jake posted the unedited videos to the private group chat later that night, titled “Emma’s Gourmet Adventure ♡”. Hundreds of laughing emojis. Plans already forming for next month’s game.
Emma went home, and still couldn’t figure out why everything tasted so strange.
She texted the group: thanks for tonight!! super fun even tho i sucked at guessing lol can’t wait for the next one xoxo