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 ï>¿Dare Me - Halloween Sleepover Spectacular - Goosey's Gorgeous Gaggle by
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   Dare Me - Halloween Sleepover Spectacular - Goosey's Gorgeous Gaggle -
Part 3

   Just when I thought the evening was winding down and my fun over, Lucy
revved it back up.  Of course, Katherine and Grace had never even heard of
Blind Squirrel.  That's because it was a game completely made up by one of
our babysitters one night when we were younger.  I'm not going to describe
the whole evening again, but let's just say the game ended with one very
naked little Lucy.

   My heart beat faster as I watched the wheels turning in Lucy's mind. 
She still had half a dare to complete.  And along the way, she was supposed
to find ways to get Grace and Katherine to loosen up about their modesty.
Considering they had just returned from trick-or-treating in transparent
costumes; I'd say she was doing a pretty good job of that.  But that wasn't
the whole challenge.  I was still holding out hope that she would figure
out a way to convince each of them to let me see them naked before the end
of the sleepover.

   I didn't know exactly how, or even if she could do that, but Blind
Squirrel was sure to factor in somehow.  Lucy's genuine pre-excitement for
the game was contagious, and soon Grace and Katherine were eager to find
out more.  She promised to explain everything but said they all should get
ready for bed first and then they could play.

   The two girls exchanged glances at that suggestion.  Why get ready for
bed if they weren -(TM)t going to bed?  Why not just play the game first?
But Grace had started itching the glittery places on her skin and conceded
a shower wasn't a bad idea.  Katherine, too, wanted to get out of her
make-up and let her hair down.  That settled, Lucy sent me outside to find
some Seeds of Spring then left to, I guess, make sure the girls were
properly prepped for the game and to get ready for bed herself.

   Last time we had played, during phase 1 of Blind Squirrel, Lucy had been
maneuvered out of her nightgown; forced to turn it into a sack to carry her
acorns.  She ended up participating in Phase 2 topless wearing only her
panties.  But she had been younger then and completely flat-chested. 
Katherine or Grace were further along in their maturation journey.  If they
were going to be put in a similar situation I was in for a much more
titillating sight.  My prick surged with excitement at the mere thought. 
But with some extra willpower, I suppressed my urges and stayed on my task.

   A Seed of Spring was a special type of acorn necessary to play the game.
It was supposed to be just like any other acorn, except pure white in
color. Only I had discovered that they actually had little, microscopic
grooves in them which had given me an unfair advantage last time around. 
It turns out Seeds of Spring were nowhere near as rare as I thought, and I
found three good ones in pretty quick order.

   I was leaving the particulars of the game up to Lucy this time around
and didn -(TM)t know completely what she had planned.  But she had
specifically requested only three Seeds of Spring.  Did that mean she only
meant for the three girls to participate, and I wouldn -(TM)t be playing?
Possibly, but I wasn't taking any chances.  Just in case, I took some time
to study the ones I had found.  I felt around each one, carefully
memorizing every crevasse.  I even mixed them up with some regular acorns
and practiced picking them out from among a little group until I was able
to consistently pick out the Seeds of Spring with my eyes closed.

   A few minutes after that, the girls joined me on the porch with Lucy in
the lead.  She was carrying a blindfold with her but had strangely also
brought three belts.  I tried think back.  I knew the blindfold was for the
blind squirrel to wear.  I didn't remember using belts last time.  Maybe
she intended to make some tweaks to the rules.  She had removed the
tattered remains of her Halloween costume and taken a quick shower without
washing her hair.  She wore a white tank top that was nearly long enough to
count as a nightgown.  But I could still see the bottoms of her white
panties poking out underneath.  That wasn't the only thing poking out.  It
was obvious she was not wearing a bra and her nipples stood out proudly
beneath her top.  She was barefoot.

   Katherine came behind her.  She had taken a shower as well and removed
her make-up.  She hadn't washed her hair but had let it down so that it now
framed her face.  She looked younger without her sophisticated hairstyle
and bright lipstick.  She wore a pink pajama top with a loose, almost
scoop-style neck.  It came down so far on her chest that it was obvious she
wasn't wearing a bra, either.

   Her pajama top flared out at the bottom and swished around her waist as
she walked.  Lucy must have instituted a "no pants" rule for this game. 
Because she wasn -(TM)t wearing the matching pajama pants that would have
made it into a set.  I couldn -(TM)t see her panties at first, but as soon
as she turned away from me, I seized the opportunity to sneak a peek.  I
saw she had picked out pink panties with cute little ruffles on them that
also swished when she walked.

   I didn -(TM)t look away fast enough and she caught me staring at her
cute little panty-clad bottom.  As much as I had already seen of her body,
she still had moments of bashfulness around me.  She pulled her shirt down
and stood like she had done upstairs with one foot on top of the other and
her thighs squeezed at tightly as she could manage.  It was adorable.

   Grace won the prize for the most shocking pajama reveal of the night,
though.  Because she came through the door wearing one of my shirts!  Lucy
explained that Grace had only brought a fancy nighty to wear to the
sleepover and didn't want to get it dirty playing outside.  So, Lucy had
generously volunteered provided my only dress shirt for her to wear
instead. If you've ever seen a woman in a man's dress shirt, you can
imagine what Grace looked like.

   It was white, an appropriate color for an angel, and hung down just past
her waist on the sides but went lower in the front and back.  She wore no
pants and her curvaceous legs stuck out beneath in a way that drove me
wild. I would never be able to look at that shirt again without getting a
boner.  Up top, she had rolled up the sleeves and left most of the center
buttons undone.  The shirt sloped out over her more developed bust.  The
way her boobies flexed beneath the fabric made it apparent she wasn -(TM)t
wearing her bra either.  I couldn't see her panties at all; at least not at
first, but she was barefoot like the other girls.

   She had taken her shower to remove the glitter makeup.  But she had
additionally washed and dried her blonde hair which now fell straight to
her shoulders.  She saw me studying her every move and asked Lucy if she
could borrow the hair tie around her wrist.  On the surface, it was an
innocent request.  But when she moved to make a ponytail, my eyes nearly
popped out of my head.  The shirt, with most of its buttons undone, spread
open as she raised her arms until there was a huge gap revealing almost all
of her squeaky-clean chest.  From a better angle, I would have been able to
see directly in and gotten a complete view of one of her hanging mammaries.
But since she was facing me directly, I could only see the space between
them.

   I stared agape at the inner bulge of Grace's little developing breasts
silently begging the shirt to open just a little further and reveal her
nipples.  She fiddled innocently with her hair to make sure it was just
right, perhaps taking a little longer than necessary.  That's when I
realized my little angel had been waiting for me to notice something else.
I looked down her body and this time my eyes actually did pop out and my
soul left my body.  By keeping her arms above her head, Grace was giving me
a peek at her panties.

   I hadn't had the opportunity to appreciate Grace's bottom half thus far
in the evening because her costume had come with a skirt.  The girls both
seemed to pay close attention to wherever my attention drifted.  I sensed a
competition forming.  Maybe she had grown jealous of the looks I kept
giving Katherine's ass and wanted to show me that she had plenty to offer
in that department as well.  Facing right at me, it was almost like she
wanted me to notice that she, too, had a perfect little thigh gap between
her legs.

   Her hips, which had been concealed all evening beneath a cloud, did have
more curve to them than I expected.  I couldn't see much of her bottom, but
it looked both ripe and firm.  I later learned that came from years of
gymnastics and ballet and that she was looking forward to trying out for
the junior high cheerleading team next year.  She was a shoe-in.

   But the piece de resistance were her panties.  Grace was wearing the
tiniest pair of panties I had ever seen.  They were sky blue with white
lace trim and matched her eyes perfectly.  A tiny stripe of material
encircled her waist.  And in front, a narrow blue triangle came down to
embrace the mound around her pussy.  The material was too thin to provide
any support and simply followed the contours of her plump little pussy lips
before disappearing into her thigh gap.  If this was a matching part of her
evening attire, I desperately wanted to see what the rest of her nighty
looked like!  Having accomplished her mission, she finished her hair and
dropped her arms back down.  The show was over...for now, but the
competition was just beginning.

   Lucy started describing the game's lore with the voice of a mysterious
storyteller and explaining the rules of phase 1.  As anticipated, and to my
disappointment, she said I would not get to participate in the competition.
My role would be to follow the girls around, keep time, and make sure
everyone was following the rules; resolving any disputes that may arise.  I
was sent inside to retrieve the kitchen timer and when I got back, I saw
she had instructed the girls to tie the belt around them.  My suspicion was
correct.  She had added her own twist to the game.  The belts were not tied
around their waist, though.  They sat much higher, on the girls' rib cages
just beneath their chests.

   I figured it out.  Rather than make the girls fashion sacks from their
clothing like we had done last time, Lucy was going to have them collect
the acorns in their clothes while they were still wearing them.  My hopes
of seeing the girls running around topless gathering acorns were dashed. 
But my disappointment was short-lived when Katherine asked something, and
Lucy's answer made everything better.

   "What are we playing for again?" she asked.  "I mean, what do I get when
I win?  Wait...how do you even win this game?"

   Lucy smiled, then with a quick glance over at me, she pulled out the
three special acorns and revealed the rest of the game.

   "When phase 1 is over, each of you gets to divide your acorns however
you want between your opponents.  Then we will add one of these Seeds of
Spring to each sack.  Mikey is going to be the blind squirrel.  He'll take
turns picking acorns out of our sacks.  As soon as he finds a Seed of
Spring, that person is the winner.  So, the more acorns you can add to your
opponents' sacks, the better your chances will be."

   "But what is the prize for winning?" Katherine asked.

   "The winner can relax and gets to sleep in tomorrow.  The loser has to
get up early and bring Mikey breakfast in bed in their Halloween costume.
Only, the winner gets to pick how much of it they get to wear!"

   Grace blushed and Katherine's mouth dropped open for a moment.  Lucy
watched the reality sink into my face with a mischievous grin.  The last
time someone had served me breakfast in bed, it had been Lucy, and she had
been completely naked.  Could she possibly convince Katherine or Grace to
do something like that?

   My face burned with embarrassment as I pondered the possibilities but
fortunately the girls didn't notice because they were looking at each
other. Perhaps they were checking to see if the other one was going to
chicken out.  Then Katherine, the little devil, stuck her tongue out at
Grace.  Grace's eyes narrowed and I could tell from the look in her eyes
that she wasn't going to back down.  She was going to win and would savor
sending Katherine into the lion's den.

   I'm not sure if Lucy guessed I had figured out a foolproof method for
picking the correct acorn every time.  She had accused me of cheating last
time we played this game.  Perhaps she suspected I had a way of
manipulating the game to make whomever I wanted the winner.  If so, surely,
I would work it out so Lucy won and Grace or Katherine lost.  Or maybe she
was just willing to take her chances.  After all, she knew where to get a
huge pile of acorns.  Maybe she was just counting on that to carry her to
victory.

   I didn't really care.  I had already decided I was going to let Lucy
win. The real decision was between Grace or Katherine.  The angel or the
devil.  Who did I want serving me breakfast in bed tomorrow?

   But as I was pondering that dilemma, Grace made a critical observation.
"Wait a minute.  Won't there be two losers?  How come second place gets to
sleep in, too.  That's not fair."

   "Good point," Lucy replied, "in that case, both losers have to get up
and help make breakfast.  Then one can deliver the food to Mikey and the
other will pick it up.  The winner picks the costume for second place, and
second place picks for third."

   That really raised the stakes sky-high.  Instead of a 33% chance of
losing and being sent to my room in whatever the winner wanted them to wear
(or not wear), the girls now had a 66% chance of losing.  The girls clearly
didn't like that new rule, but I was loving it.  Now I didn't have to
choose.  I only had to make sure Lucy won and the rest would take care of
itself!



   Dare Me - Halloween Sleepover Spectacular - Goosey's Gorgeous Gaggle -
Part 4

   It was nearing midnight when the girls set out to collect their acorns.
The trick-or-treaters were long gone, and We had the night to ourselves. 
Porch lights were all off and the moon added only a sliver of light; not
much help to the three cute bare-legged squirrels desperately scavenging
through the grass for acorns.  Whenever someone found one, she would squeal
with delight and drop it into her shirt for safe keeping.  The belts
cinched tightly just below their chests kept the acorns from falling out
the bottom.

   Despite some success, the pickings were slim.  I saw Lucy
surreptitiously distancing herself from the group and guessed she was
following my playbook from last time.  She wanted to make for the grove of
old oak trees behind our neighborhood where the acorn could be found in
real quantities.  But the other girls, perhaps suspecting she was up to
something, stayed close to her and prevented her from sneaking off.

   Eventually, she gave up sneaking and suggested they all head to the
grove together.  I agreed but called a timeout to go get a flashlight.  As
their escort, it was my duty to keep them safe.  Then the three girls set
out down the sidewalk with me a few feet behind.

   Trailing behind them, I had the opportunity to really study the way they
walked.  Katherine looked to be wrestling with the fact that she wasn't
wearing pants.  She started out with her arms straight holding down the hem
of her top on each side.  I could still see all the way to the tops of her
legs, but her bottom was covered.

   Her long legs carried her with confident strides.  But it was an awkward
way to walk because it didn't allow her to swing her arms.  So, whenever
she started to fall behind the other girls, she would give up and walk
normally for a little while.  Whenever she did that, I got to watch the
ruffly hem of her top slowly creep up until the lower half of her muscular
bottom was once again hanging out.

   She had a little crease at the tops of her legs right where they met her
bottom which would disappear on alternating strides.  And her bottom curved
out from there like a shelf.  Her pink panties were pulled tight across her
butt cheeks.  Her bottom was so tight it didn't jiggle much when she
walked. But the little ruffles across the seat made up for it, swishing
adorably with every step.

   Grace, with the benefit of shirt tails walked more freely.  In fact, she
pranced around like a young burgeoning cheerleader hopped up on Halloween
candy.  I tried to direct my flashlight around in a random pattern as if
revealing the terrain ahead of the girls.  But I think Katherine caught me
shining it right at her backside because she would modestly pull her shirt
down with a shy glance in my direction.  I also frequently pointed it at
Grace's backside in the hope of catching a particularly perky bounce.  More
than once, I was rewarded by a flash of her entire ripe bottom with its
smooth creamy skin clad only in the tiniest pale blue triangle.

   Lucy's backside got turns under the flashlight, too.  Her tank top had
been sinched up by the belt so that it no longer covered her bottom at all.
But she wasn't fighting it like Katherine.  She just let her panties hang
out.  It made a beautiful sight, but I must admit the novelty of seeing her
two young friends flashing me their panties attracted most of my attention.

   We made it to the grove where the girls had much better luck finding
acorns.  Pretty soon they all three had comical bulges in their shirts like
they were playing dress-up and stuffing socks up top.  They kept coming up
to each other trying to compare and see who had the biggest chest.  From
the fits of laughter, I could tell they were genuinely having fun, but
there was also an ominous undertone to the game.  To lose focus could mean
disaster for them.  More than once I caught Lucy eyeing the storm drain. 
There was a huge cache of acorns down there, but she had to be smart about
making her move to avoid giving it away.

   I watched the timer dwindle and when I called out that there were 2
minutes remaining, Lucy was ready to act.  But first she had to make a
diversion.  She started running in a feigned panic and "accidentally" let
her belt come untied.  She cried out in dismay as the acorns poured out
from beneath her shirt, scattering across the ground and bouncing away from
her in every direction.  Grace and Katherine came running at the commotion.

   "Don't touch those!" She warned when Grace went to pick up some of the
dropped acorns.  "Mikeeeey, my belt came untied!  Please, I need a timeout.
You have to pause the game so I can pick my acorns back up."

   "That's not fair!" Grace shot back.  "Any acorn on the ground should be
free for anyone to pick up."

   "Sorry, Goosey" I handed down my ruling, "squirrels don't get to call
timeouts.  It's survival of the fittest.  And you better hurry if you're
going to survive the winter.  1 minute left!"

   Grace and Katherine excitedly jumped into action, ruthlessly scavenging
over Lucy's lost haul.  Those girls were out for blood!  Lucy muttered
"bitch" under her breath and stomped off as if to go pout by herself.  But
actually, she was headed right toward the storm drain where tons of acorns
always collected in the grate.  The other girls ignored her completely and
let her go, and while they were greedily picking through her leftovers,
Lucy was loading up.  They were shocked when I called "time's up" and Lucy
returned with a bigger haul than either of them.  She looked like she had
gotten breast implants.

   We returned to our porch to prepare for phase 2.  Each girl unloaded her
haul into a pile.  Grace and Katherine's were about the same size with
Lucy's being a fair bit bigger.  They clearly suspected some sort of foul
play from Lucy and couldn't figure out how she had managed such a big haul
in only 1 minute.  Had this been a two-player game like last time, Lucy
would be positioned well to win easily.  But she had woefully miscalculated
the dynamics of a three-player version of the game.

   It was time for each girl to divide her pile and decide how much to give
to each opponent.  Lucy diplomatically divided her pile evenly between
Grace and Katherine, scooping them up and pouring them back into their
shirts.  But Katherine, that scheming devil took her entire haul and poured
it into Lucy's shirt.  Grace followed suit and did the exact same thing.

   "That's for calling me a 'bitch'." she said with an air of satisfaction.

   Poor Lucy thought she had played smartly.  But the entire thing
backfired in her face.  Her chances of winning seemed next to impossible
with that many acorns to sift through.  Lucky for her, she had a secret
weapon on her side; a horny, and extraordinarily talented blind squirrel.
One white acorn was added to each shirt and the girls were instructed to
jump around until it was completely mixed in.  I thoroughly enjoyed the
sight of them giddily bouncing around me for a minute.  They were so
excited about the next phase; I think they completely forgot they were all
flashing me their panties.

   We had a small park bench on our porch.  Lucy had me sit down and
fastened the blindfold on me.  As the world disappeared, a sudden
realization struck me.  As the blind squirrel, I was responsible for
pulling acorns out of the girls' sacks.  Only, they didn't have sacks.  The
acorns were inside their shirts!  Lucy had set it up so that I was going to
be reaching inside the girls' tops over and over until I found the right
seed.

   Suddenly my hands started sweating and my heart started pounding.  It
was decided that the girls would roll a die to determine the pick order
each round to make things fair and random.  As soon as a seed was found
that person would be the winner.  But the other two had to keep going to
see who got second.

   As my erection grew to full staff, I wished I had taken time to adjust
my prick before sitting down.  I couldn't tell for sure in my blindfold,
but it felt like it was sticking straight out and tenting my shorts
obscenely.  And worse, it was kind of throbbing up and down with my
heartbeat.

   I think the first girl noticed, because when she knelt between my legs,
she let out a little gasp followed by a suppressed giggle.  I recognized
Katherine's giggle which meant she had been selected to go first.  But the
other girls quickly shushed her.  The order of play was supposed to be
anonymous.  Any future sounds could give the blind squirrel a clue who was
next.  Although, knowing the girl would in no way taint the integrity of
the game, as far as they knew.  I think it just gave them some comfort,
with a boy about to start rummaging around inside their shirts, if they
could remain anonymous to him.

   Katherine had been instructed to lean forward and hold her shirt open
for me.  I could only imagine what a sight she was making.  Seriously! 
With a blindfold on, I couldn't see it.  I could only imagine.  Anyway, I
cautiously reached my hand out in front of me, unsure of how far away she
was kneeling.  Then suddenly my hand reached her.  I had aimed too high and
was touching her cheek.  Slowly, I traced my hand down the side of her face
and onto her neck.  As I passed her collarbone, she sucked in her breath
with a little gasp and held it.

   I paused.  I was in unfamiliar territory.  I had never come this close
to touching a girl anywhere private before, unless you count snuggling with
Lucy on the couch ages ago.  That had been fun, but this felt serious. 
Katherine was wearing a scoop neck shirt and was supposed to be holding it
open for me.  So, wherever I moved, I was likely to encounter more skin and
flesh before I reached any acorns.  Should I move left or right first?  I
was just inches from her beautiful breast cones and cute little nipples. 
She was practically offering her breasts up to be fondled, but I was too
shy to go for it.  Instead, I continued moving my hand down.  My fingers
traced down Katherine's breastbone and I could feel her own heart pounding
in her chest.

   Just then I grazed an acorn, and my fingers automatically grasped it.  I
had pulled it out before I knew what was happening.  Of course, I wanted,
to draw this game out to explore these girls' bodies as long as possible.
Had I accidentally picked the Seed of Spring on my first attempt, Katherine
would have won the game right there.  I warned myself to be more careful in
the future.  But luckily this was a regular old acorn, and Katherine's part
of the round was over.

   The next girl positioned herself between my legs and held open her
shirt. This time I aimed a little lower when I reached out.  See?  I can
learn!  The first thing I came in contact with was hair.  A little strand
brushed against the back of my hand.  Immediately, I guessed I was dealing
with Lucy because Grace had put her hair up in a ponytail and it wouldn't
be hanging down in front of her like that.  I took note, thinking I might
be able to use that information in the future, and proceeded downward to
grab an acorn.  This time, I made extra sure there were no grooves before
pulling it out.

   The third girl got into position, and I reached out a little too fast.
Also, I had forgotten that Grace was a little shorter than the other two.
So, my fingers bumped right into her little puckered lips.  Grace opened
her mouth in surprise and my fingers slipped in between them for a second.
The other girls couldn't help but giggle at that.  But then, remembering
the stakes, they went quiet again.  This was serious business.  I extracted
my fingers from between Grace's lips and traced down her face noticing the
differences.  Going forward, it cheered me to see it was actually going to
be pretty easy to tell each girl apart.  Their features were distinct in
ways my fingers were really good at picking up.  I made sure Grace, too,
produced a dud on her first round and it was time to roll the dice again.

   This cycle repeated, round after round, with a random order each time. I
was proud of the fact that I could soon tell with a simple brush of my
fingers against a cheek or collarbone which girl was kneeling in front of
me.  After a few rounds, I grew bolder.  Instead of just plucking the first
acorn I came across on top, I started burrowing my hand deeper into the
pile.  I would carefully pick one out from the middle then dramatically
pull it out with a flourish.  I like to think the girls appreciated my
pageantry.  I'm sure anything to distract them from their impending likely
defeat was welcome.

   As the rounds continued, I could feel the piles dwindling.  Even poor
Lucy's mountainous treasure chest (see what I did there?) was starting to
shrink.  But she still had so far to go!  That reminded me, I had to start
thinking about my endgame.  How was I going to make sure Lucy won?  Could I
really locate that one special acorn among so many?  As I was pondering my
conundrum, Katherine made an outburst.

   "Hey, Grace is cheating!" she accused.

   "I am not.  I didn't do anything wrong." Grace replied.

   "Yes!  I saw you move your Seed of Spring to the top your pile just
now."

   "Well, it was all the way at the bottom.  I was just moving it to the
middle."

   I really wanted to pull off my blindfold to see what was going on.  It
would have given me a better idea how many acorns each girl had left.  But
to maintain the integrity of the game I resisted the urge.  I did
interject, however, by ordering that no girl was allowed to move her acorns
around.  Instead, I said I, as a neutral party, would stir their piles
every round before picking to make sure nothing was getting stuck at the
bottom.  I'd like you to think my new rule was purely altruistic and made
in the interest of fairness.  So please pretend that any ancillary benefit
to me that followed was purely accidental.

   As much fun as I was having, I sensed it was time to pick a winner and
wrap up this game.  I decided I was going to end it on the next round when
Lucy came up.  The new stir rule went into effect starting that round and
Lucy happened to be up first.  I plunged my hand into her still substantial
stash and began stirring it around.  If you've ever stirred acorns in a
girl's blouse before, you probably already know what happened next.  The
palm of my hand incidentally brushed the outside curve of one of her boobs.
As if on instinct, my hand moved that direction and formed into a cup.  And
in a flash, I found myself cradling Lucy's little boob in my hand.

   I'm not sure I can accurately describe it.  It was pliable and by far
the softest thing ever.  Lucy cleared her throat impatiently and I
immediately let go.  A blush formed on my cheeks and head was swimming.  I
had just felt up a girl for the first time.  I wanted more!  Fortunate for
me, there were literally two other girls already lined up to go next!  No
way could I let the game end now!  So, I abandoned my plan to locate the
Seed of Spring within Lucy's shirt and eagerly pulled out a regular acorn
instead so the next girl could step in line.

   The next girl knelt between my legs and held her shirt open for me like
she had already done so many times before; oblivious to what was about to
happen.  I nervously lowered my hand in and started stirring.  It was
Katherine.  She gasped when the back of my hand cautiously grazed her boob
for the first time.  I let my hand linger for just a second, then politely
moved away to pick an acorn.

   Grace went last that round.  She, too, gasped when the back of my hand
brushed against her boob.  The other girls, knowing what was about to
happen, couldn't hold in their giggles.  Now that I had officially touched
three girls' boobies, I felt like I could die in peace.  I didn't want to
push my luck and risk being labeled a pervert.  So, with some willpower,
and before things got out of hand or Mikey Jr.  started calling the shots,
I resolved to end the game on the next round, no matter what.

   The girls rolled for the next round and Katherine came up first. 
Everyone was silent as I stirred her acorns.  Then, just before picking
one, I dared to make contact with her little chest one last time.  This
time, I led with the front of my hand, making a larger than usual circle
around the outside of the pile under the auspices of getting a really good
stir in.  Along the way, my fingers brushed all the way across the front of
her chest, following the sloping contour of her cones.  This time, her
nipples were rock hard from all the stimulation and excitement.  She sucked
in her breath as those little pebbles gave way beneath my moving fingers.
But her brief excitement quickly turned to disappointment as I pulled out a
regular acorn.

   Grace was next.  I repeated the process with her.  Only, my hand had
further to travel across her more developed mounds.  Her nipples felt a
little smaller but were also rock hard and she couldn't help but gasp when
my fingers grazed each one.  Alas, her hopes were similarly dashed when I
pulled a regular acorn from her shirt as well.

   I would have enjoyed exploring Lucy's chest next like I had the other
girls.  Unfortunately, I had an important job to do.  So, I went right to
work feeling around for the correct acorn.  I started to think there were
just too many to sort through and maybe I had messed things up again.  But
then I felt it.  The Seed of Spring!  I tucked it into my palm, but before
I withdrew my hand, I just couldn -(TM)t resist the urge to do something I
had been wanting to try for a long time.  I found one of Lucy's stiff
little nipples and gave it a good pinch.  She tensed up, jerking back a
bit, probably from the pain, but didn't audibly react.

   If she was mad at me for that, I think all was forgiven as I pulled out
the white acorn to astonished gasps and one thrilling scream.  Against all
odds, and to the other girls' great dismay, Lucy had won!  After that brief
outburst of excitement, it was kind of downhill from there.  It was well
after 1:00am and I actually started to hear yawning.  As much fun as I had
been having blindly getting to know the girls' bosoms, the late hour was
catching up to me, too.  And my thoughts started to turn to what would
happen in the morning.

   It didn't really matter to me who was second and who was third.  If
everything went according to plan, they would both be sent to my room
tomorrow wearing next to nothing.  So, I let a couple rounds pass just to
avoid any suspicion of foul play, then I let the dice decide.  Whoever came
up next would be second.  Grace won the honors of second spot.  She would
be deciding on Katherine's attire, while Lucy would decide for her.

   The sugar rush long since spent and the excitement now over, everyone
trudged heavily inside and headed for bed.  I was exhausted, but I took the
time to straighten up my room, making sure it was presentable for morning
guests.  I even made my bed.  Then I brushed my teeth and changed into my
own pajamas to sleep.  By this point, I had gone over 24 hours without
masturbating.  That must have been some kind of record for me at that age.
But somehow, I was able to resist the urge in my loins.  I wanted to see
just how far I could push myself and kind of felt good.

   At first, I tossed and turned fitfully and couldn't get comfortable.  It
was so hot in my room that I took off my shirt.  My pants soon followed,
and I decided to just sleep in my boxers.  But I was still too hot and
bothered.  Finally, I cracked the window to let in some cool air and was
able to relax.  Overwhelmed by fatigue, sleep came quickly after that.  I
dreamt I was a farmer with an orchard full of all kinds of fruit trees.  I
spend my days picking the ripest fruits, from sugarplums to oranges, lemons
to peaches.  And every fruit I sampled had the absolute sweetest nectar!

   It was a wonderful dream that ended too soon with a jarring sound of
knocking at my bedroom door.



   Dare Me - Halloween Sleepover Spectacular - Goosey's Gorgeous Gaggle -
Part 5

   I awoke with a start to the sound of a knock.  I was disoriented at
first and didn't respond.  It was mid-morning and sunlight was streaming
through the window.  My first impression was shock at how cold it was in my
room.  I shouldn't have left the window open.  It didn't help that my
covers were all tangled up around me.  I must have tossed and turned all
night.  So much for making my bed...

   My second thought was of my morning wood.  I was harder than I had ever
been before and throbbing with need inside my boxers.  I rubbed the sleep
from my eyes and was about to reach down there to give it a little pet. 
Just then there was another knock.  Suddenly it all came rushing back. 
Katherine was at the door!  How had I forgotten?

   I quickly spread the blanket over my me as best I could then called out
"come in".  At least I tried to call out.  For some reason my voice was not
cooperating.  I swallowed hard then tried a second time, this time just
managing to wheeze it out.

   The doorknob turned and slowly swung open.  Katherine stepped into my
room carrying a tray full of food.  And while she wasn't technically naked,
she might as well have been.  Her hair had been put back up into a
sophisticated style with her little serpent friends.  And the red horns
were back on her head.  She also wore her bright red lipstick and the black
choker with a deep red plastic ruby heart hanging upside-down from it.  The
strap of black cloth around her neck was the only piece of fabric on her
entire body.  She was completely naked from the neck down.

   Her little sugar plums, that she had been teasing me with all the
previous evening, that I had blindly touched ever so briefly, now jutted
out proudly on her chest; no longer confined by black gauze.  Her nipples
were perky and as bright red as her lips.  They jiggled slightly as she
nervously stepped into the room.

   She stood before me uncertain how to proceed.  She had a nervous look on
her face; perhaps worried that I would not approve of what I saw.  I looked
down her slender frame and noted the flawless skin of her torso was paler
than her arms and legs.  She was exposing the most intimate parts of her
body to me, the parts that the sun never got to see.  Her bald pussy mound
was so cute.  Her pussy lips were perhaps a bit less pronounced than
Lucy's; the only other person I had to compare it to.  Her two slender lips
filled the gap between her thighs perfectly.  They didn't come all the way
together, either; parting slightly to reveal even more intimate and darker
red body parts that I hadn't yet learned about.

   With a deep breath, she finally sat the tray down on my nightstand then
clasped her hands behind her back and said, "good morning".  When she
flashed me that bright smile of hers with adorable little dimples, her
entire naked body perked up.  My eyes moved constantly, roaming all over
her body and devouring her naked beauty from head to toe.

   I don't know what I expected to happen next.  By delivering me breakfast
without any clothes on, she had already completed her punishment for losing
at Blind Squirrel.  If this naked little devil wanted to stand there and
let me stare at her, I was happy to oblige.  I reached over and grabbed a
piece of toast off the breakfast tray and asked "So, did you sleep well?"

   "Yeah...I guess so" she answered.  Her voice was shaky, like she was
barely holding it together in front of me.  Her head dropped and a strand
of hair fell across her face.  She reached up to tuck it behind her ear
then moved her hand back behind her.  Everything she did was so alluring; I
couldn't help but stare.  Then she shivered.  It was the most adorable
thing ever!  She rubbed her bare arms and said "Whew, it's so cold in
here."

   Then I felt so bad.  What kind of host was I being?  Even huddled under
my blanket, I was cold.  How much colder must she feel standing there
without a scrap of clothing to warm her while the crisp autumn air
continued to flow in through the open window?  It was enough to make a
girl's nipples stiff.  Katherine's nipples were certainly stiff, but I
suspected they had been stiff before she entered.  Without even thinking
about the implications, I lifted the corner of my blanket and started to
say "would you like to-"

   She didn't even let me finish my sentence.  Like a cat, she pounced into
my bed in a flash and burrowed under the covers.  She crawled up my body
and under the blanket, then her face popped out and looked up at me with a
Cheshire grin.  I really hadn't thought this through.  I was only wearing
boxers and I could feel her bare skin touching me all over.  She was laying
not directly on top of me, but partly on my left side.  Every nerve ending
in my body was acutely attuned to the sensation of a naked girl -(TM)s body
cuddling me.  She uttered only two words.

   "Warm me"

   Automatically, I let the corner of the blanket fall over us and slid my
hand down her body.  And it stopped smack dab on her perfect little ass.

   But don't think for a minute I was taking advantage of her!  I assure
you, I had absolutely no game at that age when it came to girls.  It's not
like I forced myself on her.  You heard her!  She asked me to warm her. 
You really think I could convince a 12-year-old girl to strip naked and
crawl into my bed?  No!  It was all Lucy's doing.  Ok, yes, I had given
Lucy that dare.  And maybe I had manipulated the game a little bit to make
sure Katherine lost.  But how could I have possibly expected it to play out
this well?

   I was super horny, but I didn't know what to do about it.  The unit on
sex-ed in my health class wasn't even scheduled until later in the
semester. Believe me, if I had any idea what I was doing, I would have put
the moves on her.  But I was just as innocent and new at this as she was.

   Her bottom fit into my hand perfectly.  It was every bit as firm as it
had looked, but it writhed like a trapped snake; flexing continually
beneath my grip as Katherine couldn't seem to stop moving.  She must have
been really cold, because she kept trying to snuggle closer to me.  Her
pointy nipples moved up and down my side as she wrapped her arms around my
bare chest.  Her legs separated and entangled in mine until she was
straddling my left leg completely.

   She nestled her head in the crook of my neck with a contented sigh and
closed her eyes for a bit, but never stopped moving.  Her hair tickled my
chest.  I was just sort of lying there with a piece of naked devil ass in
one and hand a piece of toast in the other.  Other than my hand on her ass,
I wasn't doing much to help her get warm.  At least that's what I thought.
She seemed to be doing all the work.  Eventually, I noticed she had settled
into a sort of a rhythm, grinding on my leg.  It must have been pleasurable
for her, because pretty soon she was cooing cutely.

   I guess the hormones were really flowing through her body.  Overwhelmed,
her beautiful eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at me adoringly.  She
was clearly enjoying herself and desperate to show me affection, but
uncertain quite how.  To my utter surprise, she then started gently but
urgently kissing my chest and neck all over.  I could have laid there for
the rest of eternity and been completely happy.  If this was Hell, sign me
up!

   Her pace quickened and the cooing turned to whimpering.  Unsure what was
really happening, I just held on for dear life.  But then suddenly, from
far away, came the tinkling sound of a bell.  Katherine froze and her face
contorted into a frown.  Lucy must have set a time limit (or a time
requirement?) and that bell was some sort of signal.

   Whatever it was, with that bell, the spell was broken.  But before she
untangled herself from me, she asked two questions.

   "Do you have a girlfriend?"

   I shook my head.

   "Do you want me to be your girlfriend?"

   I nodded.

   With a happy smile, she straightened up and kissed me once more, this
time on the cheek.  Then she extracted herself from my bed and left my
room. On the way out, she flashed her spectacular ass at me one last time
then pulled the door closed.  HOLY.....SHIT!  I was in shock.  What just
happened?  Did I just get my first girlfriend?  Were we making out?  Did I
just have my first...  There was so much to process, but the blood my brain
needed in order to work was occupied elsewhere.

   I reached into my boxers to adjust my raging hard-on.  It only took a
single touch.  I erupted; cumming harder than I had ever done in my life.
When I was done, I threw off my covers and looked around for something to
clean it up.  Fortunately, I had still been wearing my boxers; otherwise,
it would have gone everywhere.  I carefully peeled my boxers off and
somehow managed to make it to the hamper without spilling anything.  Then I
shivered.  Poor Katherine!  Without any clothes on, it sure was cold in
here.

   I went to close the window, but then caught my reflection in the dresser
mirror.  Katherine's little kisses had left bright red lipstick all over my
chest and neck, and one on my cheek.  I tried to wipe it off with my hand,
but it didn't budge.  Then I tried using the napkin from breakfast.  That
wasn't much help either.  What I really needed was some...water!

   There was a glass of water on my breakfast tray that I could dip the
napkin into.  I started that way, then shivered again.  I really needed to
close that window first.  So, I changed directions again, my stiffy swaying
back and forth ahead of me as I walked.  I was shocked to find my erection
had not subsided at all but was still as turgid as before I came.  It was
so hard it was almost painful.  I briefly wondered, had Katherine broken
something inside me?  Was this was having a girlfriend was like?  A
constant erection that never went down?

   Just then I heard another, fervent knock at the door.  My angel had
arrived, and it sounded like she couldn't wait to come in!