Sense Part Two (installment #9)

Sense: Part II I write. Most often it goes unread, only a lucky few get to skim. This is a piece I've been working on for some time now--not sure if it will be a short story or much longer. It's a work in progress. Suggestions and constructive criticism are welcome.
Working title- Sense Installment # 8 (continued from Dec.18th)

Margarita, she is not at the party this night. She said she had plans with Mavroskoufi. I ask her is she is going to fuck him again. She says hopefully. I ask if she is going to give him a boob job. She says her boobs are real. I explain the boob job as letting the guy stick his penis between your breasts and rubbing it up and down until he cums on your chest. She says,
“No shit, I’ll havta try that one.”
She makes me believe she didn’t let Pete do that to her.
I want to be like her.
I want to rip her breasts off and glue them onto my body.

After the cheese doodles, the coke, and the ice cream, and the homemade cookies, we sit down full, exhausted and horny. A room full of teenagers with no parents just eating junk food; I know to expect more. Someone suggests truth or dare. I’m glad she did before I did. Everyone calls Claire a pervert, laughing, appreciative that she brought it up before someone suggested a game of rummy. We gladly sit in a circle. George grabs an empty glass coke bottle off of the floor. He lays it on its side and says we’ll use this bottle.