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Two Dashes of Midsummer - 4
by Endrael (endrael@yahoo.com)
***
Picking up not long after the events in part 3, Mike
and Sara have planned a small party with their friend
Jen, Jen's brother Jason, and Kit. Kim tags along,
despite not being fond of Jen, Jason, or Kit, and not
knowing Cindy has also been invited. (MMFf, mf, bi,
anal, tor, orgy)
***
Author's note: For fans of the story, I must apologize
for the inordinate delay in getting part four posted.
Since posting the first three parts, life has been very
disorganized, and there was a stretch where I was
without internet for quite some time. Hopefully part
five won't encounter the same types of delays.
***
Part 4: The Inhibition Game
Chapter 1
After that, things between me and Kim cooled off a lot.
Which isn't to say we stopped talking. We just needed
to figure out where we stood with each other, which was
cause for confusion on my part, considering the very
mixed signals she'd been giving me the last few months.
Sara, fortunately, was fairly successful in acting as
an intermediary between us, else I think we would have
fought a lot more than the occasional inconsequential
argument, and I think we both appreciated her for that.
But until me and Kim were able to come to terms with
each other and our respective relationships with Sara,
Sara was likely to remain as the centerpiece of the
tensions between us, which I felt bad about. I didn't
want to be coming between them, and despite what they
both said, it was obvious that's how Kim felt about it,
now that we had a better understanding of how she was
feeling.
On the other hand, things between Sara and me remained
somewhat stilted, despite our having reconciled what
I'd done to her. I didn't think it would be something
that would be smoothed over quickly, and that was a
saddening thought. I loved her dearly, and I think my
sudden gentleness was beginning to get to her, since
she was used to me being the dominant one, but she
accepted it, at least, which helped. Some things we
didn't need to talk about to understand each other, and
that was one of them.
Part of the problem, too, was Cindy. She'd stung Kim
pretty harshly, and despite her repeated attempts to
talk with her and apologize, Kim refused absolutely to
have anything to do with her. She even went out of her
way to avoid the Bull Horn, though that didn't stop
Sara and me. We managed to catch Cindy just before her
lunch on one of our visits, and we sat in the parking
lot and talked while we ate.
"Can you please convince Kim to talk with me?" Cindy
pleaded. "I did a lot of stupid things to her and I
don't want her hating me."
"That's easier said than done, sometimes," Sara said.
"It took her months before she finally told me and Mike
how she really felt about our relationship. I doubt
she'll warm up to you again anytime soon."
"Fuck," Cindy sighed, flicking a charred french fry
into the parking lot. "Everything's going ok with you
two, though?"
"Except for Kim, yeah," I said. I grimaced at my soggy
fries and dumped them in the trash next to me. "I'd
been hoping things would be easier with her, but it
doesn't look like they will be."
"Kind of like they're not easy with me, hm?"
I snorted.
"You're mercurial, but you're at least willing to
talk."
"Kim does talk, Mike," Sara said, plucking up the sprig
of parsley that was sitting on her fries and
dismantling it. "She's just not good at it. She's
not... She isn't a thinker like you and me, so she has
a hard time putting things into words."
"I get that a lot," Cindy sighed. "At least when I'm
not taking my meds, anyway. Which is why I was such a
bitch to all of you the other day, by the way. You
happened to get me when I hadn't taken them for a few
weeks because I wanted to see if I could manage without
them, because I don't like them. They make me too
mellow, but it's either that or I end up doing things
like I did to you and fucking things up. I'm sorry for
that, and especially sorry about what I did to Kim. I
was a real bitch to her, and I want to apologize to her
for it."
"I can't promise I'll change her mind, but I will try.
I'm being go-between between her and Mike a lot lately.
One more won't make a difference."
"Should I keep trying to call her?"
"Yeah. It'll sink in eventually with her. She'll
probably be pretty pissy at first, though."
"That's fine. I won't blame her for it, after what I
did. If you'd gotten me before I hit bottom, I would
have." She turned to me. "What's going on with that
party you were talking about?"
"Week before school starts again," I said. "Probably
going to be at Jen's place, since she lives with her
brother and we won't have to deal with parents."
"He another one of your socially disfunctional?"
I paused a moment, almost laughing at the
understatement of that.
"You could say that. Though I guess he's somewhat
functional, since he's a professional tattooist."
"Cool beans! Tattoo artists are pretty cool. At least
the ones I've met have been. So there will be drinks,
then?"
"I don't know. Probably not. Jason, that's Jen's
brother, isn't a big drinker. He'd probably get us some
if we asked him to, but I'm not sure that'll happen."
"'k. I'll bring some then. I can make some pretty good
drinks if I have the right stuff for 'em."
"You're going to come, then?"
"Yeah. It'll get me out of the house, at least, and I
might be able to apologize to Kim, if she's there."
"She will be," Sara laughed. "She loves parties. So
long as we don't mention you'll be there, she'll come."
"She's that pissed with me?"
"You were a pretty major bitch to her," I pointed out.
"She had a point when she told you you weren't
listening to her."
Cindy sighed and muttered, flicking another fry into
the parking lot.
"So she's going to be like me and not make it easy,
isn't she?"
"Not when she's feeling hurt or slighted, no," Sara
said. "She's always been like that, but most of the
time it blows over. It's just a matter of how."
"Like the other day," from me, thinking of how she'd
tried to beat me up.
"Like the other day, yeah. She doesn't usually do that,
though, and that's part of the problem. She's hiding
from herself, I think."
"I could give her lessons in that," Cindy said, making
a face at the rest of her fries and handing them to me
to dump in the trash. "Maybe I shouldn't be avoiding
getting involved with her. Might be able to keep her
from doing some of the stupid things I did."
"You have some work to do before she'll let you that
close."
Cindy just sighed and said, "Once again, Cindy has been
stupid and fucked things over by not being able to
control herself." She looked at her watch and growled.
"And it's back to work with me. I'm getting tired of
this place. Need to find something different." She
climbed slowly to her feet, and Sara and I followed
suit. "But before I clock back in to the world of fast
food-" She pulled Sara over and gave her a hug and a
deep kiss, then did the same with me. "That's a thank
you for not turning your backs on me after what I did.
Most of the people I meet who see me like that end up
disappearing. You really don't know how fast you get
tired of that until it happens to you."
"Maybe we just want to use you for sex," Sara said
playfully, smiling.
Cindy apparently didn't see it as a joke, though,
because she pulled back. Not physically, but it was in
how she held herself and the look on her face.
"Don't ever say that to me again," she said, holding
her eyes on Sara. "I am dead serious. NEVER say that to
me again. I've been used more than I like to think
about, and it hurts. It makes you feel unimportant. It
makes you feel worthless, like you're not a person or
you're less than human. I don't care if you were
joking. NEVER say it to me again."
Sara pursed her lips and nodded, then gave Cindy a hug.
"I'm sorry. I'll remember that."
Cindy nodded and kissed Sara again, then bit at her
lip.
"I'll see you two at the party if I don't see you again
before?"
"Naturally," I said.
"Good. I have some ideas for stuff we can do." She
laughed and grinned, then winked and turned before we
could ask what she had in mind.
Chapter 2
Kim's birthday was a week before the party, but the
three of us had decided, wordlessly, not to do anything
big, even though she was turning sixteen. I took her to
get her license, giving her the money to pay for all
the beauracratic nonsense, as my gift to her, for which
she jumped me and gave me the opportunity to give her
another prolonged kiss.
Apparently, that was a signal that she was more willing
to accept my presence, since she stopped arguing with
me as much and would actually talk with me sometimes if
there was something on her mind. For my part, I still
didn't understand her sometimes, though I think that
was maybe something she did intentionally to keep
things at her level of comfort before she was willing
to let things open up a bit more.
Sara was definitely happy to not be acting as go-
between anymore, or at least not as much, though I
could tell she wasn't liking having to split herself
between Kim and me. I think we both realized, though,
that once Kim and I finally came to terms with each
other, that wouldn't be necessary, but when that would
be was impossible to tell. But it was encouraging, at
least, that we were getting along again fairly well so
soon.
I went off to Jen's work the day before the party to
handle last minute details and such, and Sara tagged
along.
"Greetings to the absentees!" Jen called when she
spotted us, grinning. She hugged both me and Sara,
though Sara obviously hadn't been expecting it. "What's
up?"
"Just came by to say hi and see if there's anything we
need to do for the party before tomorrow," I said,
twining an arm around Sara's waist.
"Um... Bring some good porn?" She laughed. "I don't
know. I've given up planning stuff for parties because
they usually don't go as planned anyway, especially not
with our little group. Socially unfunctional and all,
ya know. Are you going to be bringing your new friend?"
"Indeed. She's going to bring drinks and ideas, which
I'm sure is going to be more than enough to make things
interesting."
"Drinks and ideas, eh? She say what kind of ideas?"
"If experience counts for anything," Sara said, "it
will probably lead to a lot of sex."
"Hence the drinks, I imagine. Probably drinking games."
Jen leaned on the counter and stared at it, thinking
while she played with one of her earrings. "Would she
be pissed if I stopped things if they cross certain
lines?"
"She's trying to uncross certain lines herself, so
probably not." I glanced at Sara. "Though I haven't
ever seen her drunk, so I don't know for sure."
Jen nodded and said, "All right. There's just some
things I'd rather not have happen."
"Just tell her that and she'll snap to pretty quick. I
think I can guarantee that." Sara nodded, leaning her
head against my shoulder. "She's had a lot of
unfortunate experience with stuff she'd rather not have
had happen."
"How so?" Jen asked, raising her eyebrows.
"Better to ask her. She'd probably get pissed with me
if I told you."
"Point taken." She slapped her palms flat against the
counter and straightened. "So! Moving on! The only
other person I was able to convince to come was Kit,
but whether or not he shows up remains to be seen. I
think his current addiction of choice is World of
Warcraft, so I have my doubts about whether or not
he'll remember what the time is, let alone what day,
and actually come over."
"Jason'll be there?"
"Duh. You think he wouldn't be? When has he not been at
a party with me? Besides, it's at our place. It's not
like he'd leave or anything."
"True, that."
"You going to be bringing Kim, too?"
"We're tricking her into reconciling with Cindy," Sara
said.
"Cindy's the new friend?"
Sara nodded and said, "Yeah. Cindy was a real bitch to
Kim and feels bad about it. She's been trying to
apologize, but Kim's stubborn and refuses to talk with
her."
"Do they have a thing between them?" Jen furrowed her
brow. "Like, sexual?"
I felt Sara blink on my shoulder. I hadn't been
expecting that question either, and wasn't sure how to
handle it. I knew Jen wouldn't care that Kim was a
lesbian, but Kim would definitely care if Jen knew.
"Why do you ask?" I figured that was the best out,
though it still implied a 'yes' to her question.
"I don't know. It just seems to make sense, 'cause I've
never seen Kim even so much as flirt with a guy, which
makes me think she's not interested in guys at all,
which means she's probably into women instead."
"If we told you yes," Sara said, lifting her head off
my shoulder, "but it never got off the ground, would
you never say a word of it to anyone else, especially
Kim and Cindy?"
Jen simply shrugged.
"I don't gossip. It's stupid. But yeah. Vow of silence
and all that. You have my word on it. I really don't
care one way or the other which way she swings, and I'm
not going to interfere with it. I'm not into women
myself, but I'm not worried about having to fend her
off or anything, since I doubt I'm her type."
"No," I said, laughing. "You're really not. You freak
her out."
Jen cackled at that and said, "Now you have me so
tempted to get all decked out for the party just to get
a reaction out of her." She looked over at the main
doors of the store as the entry chime went off and
swore under her breath. I looked over and saw an
elderly couple shambling in. "God damnit. I hate these
two. They come in all the time and ask all kinds of
stupid questions and then never buy anything, but they
get all bitchy and file complaints if we leave them to
fend for themselves so we can deal with other
customers."
"Dump them on someone else?"
"I'm the only one here, other than the sky cams." She
grimaced and sighed. "I'll see you tomorrow, then?"
"Definitely. All four of us."
"Good." She hugged me and Sara again. "Actually, bring
some food with you when you come over? Something good.
Pizza or fried chicken or something? I'll handle soda
and stuff."
"Done."
"Woot! See you tomorrow, then!" She turned and headed
over to the elderly couple, putting on the fake plastic
cheer with a, "Hello again. How can I help you today?"
Sara laid her head on my shoulder again as we left.
Chapter 3
"Partyyyyyy!" Kim cried, grabbing my and Sara's hands
and trying to bounce in a circle with us. "Party!
Party! Party! Let's go!"
"It's not for another two hours," Sara said,
exasperated.
Kim had been hyper-active all day in anticipation of
the party at Jen's, and it was getting annoying. We
were currently in the mall, killing time because we had
nothing better to do. Except maybe sex, but I doubted
the potential of that to curb, let alone distract,
Kim's current enthusiasm.
"But I wanna goooooo!"
Sara made an annoyed sound and stopped, grabbing Kim
and spinning her around so they were facing each other.
"Are we going to have to gag you and tie you up to keep
you quiet until then?"
I looked over at Sara. Apparently she was more annoyed
than I had thought, to say something like that to her
sister. Normally she wasn't phased by Kim's hyperness.
Kim was obviously surprised and just stared at her.
"Sorry," she said meekly. "I'll try to be quieter."
Sara sighed and pulled Kim in for a hug.
"I'm sorry, hon. I didn't mean to snap at you like
that. I'm just..." Nervous is what I knew she wanted to
say, knowing Kim would probably not take well to being
forced to interact with Cindy again, but she didn't.
"I'm just wanting some calm for a little bit so I'm not
feeling drained before we even get to the party. Can
you do that? Please?"
Kim nodded with an, "Ok. Promise."
And she was calm for a while. At least until I called
ahead for the pizzas, anyway.
"So who's going to be there?" she asked, bouncing in
the back seat.
"You, me, and Sara," I said.
"Well, duh! But who else!? Who? Who?"
"Jen and Jason. Maybe Kit. Probably one or two others."
"Kit? Who's that?"
"The guy with two dozen piercings and wears fishnets
all the time."
"Oh." She sounded less than excited about that. "You
have really weird friends, Mr. Man."
"Present company included?" I glanced in the mirror at
her and laughed.
"Hey! I'm normal! So there!" She stuck her tongue out
at me.
"Normal people don't have sex with their sisters," Sara
said, ducking.
"Hey! That's... Fuck!"
"I won't be surprised if that happens at the party," I
said.
"What do you mean? There's not going to be, like, sex
games, is there?"
"It's a possibility."
"I'm not fucking any guys."
I almost laughed at that. Not like we would ask her to
because we knew she wouldn't.
"No worries. I'm pretty sure there's going to be
someone around you can have some fun with."
"Sis, but I don't want to do anything with her with
other people around. Except you, I mean."
"It depends on who shows up and what happens. Maybe you
can get Jen drunk enough to experiment with women. I
don't know."
"Um... No. She's too creepy."
"Why'd you want to come to this party, then?" Sara
asked, half-turning to look at Kim. "You knew it would
mostly be people who aren't socially accepted."
"I did not! You never told me!" She mock pouted. "And I
wanted to go to a party with you two. We've never
partied together before."
"Sara's birthday and the threesome don't count?" I
asked. I had a hard time keeping a straight face with
that.
"No! Because it... Damn it! Stop it! You keep twisting
things on me."
Sara opened her mouth to say something, thought better
of it, and just said, "Um..." instead. Kim stared at
her sister for a second, then beat her hands on the
seat, blushing.
"No! Not like that! Damn it! Fuck. I'll just shut up.
You're too smart for me."
Sara dropped her seat back before Kim could start
really pouting, turning to look at her.
"None of that," she said. "You know I don't think
you're stupid, hon, and you know I don't treat you like
you are. Don't go saying you are."
"But-"
"No." She put a finger over Kim's lips. "Hush, hon.
Just because you're not good with innuendo like me and
Mike doesn't mean you're stupid, ok?" She took her
finger away as Kim nodded.
"It makes me feel stupid, though. It's like you're
making fun of me or something."
"We're not making fun of you, Kim," I said, shaking my
head. "We wouldn't do that to you. We don't want to
alienate you. We're just teasing."
"Well stop it! Stop teasing me. It's not nice."
I turned briefly to look her, then reached back and
took one of her hands, giving it a light squeeze. Sara
grabbed her other one and kissed it, nodding.
"All right," I said, followed by Sara's, "I'm sorry."
"Just don't take it personally if we do from time to
time?" I continued, returning my hand to the wheel.
"Because we don't mean it to make you feel bad. We do
love you."
"I know," Kim said, and she leaned down and gave Sara a
kiss. "I love you guys, too." She bounced and beat her
free hand on the seat next to her. "So when're we going
to get to the party!? Shouldn't we have been there by
now? What time is it? I wanna be there already!"
Chapter 4
We showed up early to Jen's simply to appease Kim and
keep her from driving us crazy with her constant, "Are
we there yet!?" questions. She hopped up to the front
door ahead of me and Sara, then stood there bouncing.
Jen apparently had seen us pull into her drive, because
she opened the door as Kim bounced aside to make room
for me and the pizzas. She gave Kim an odd look,
matched by Kim's own, though Kim's was more comical
than serious. I noticed she'd given in to her impulse
to get all decked out to shock Kim, because she was
covered in jewelry and black lace, along with her
corset, black makeup, collar, and boots.
"You're insane," Jen said to Kim, then laughed and
stepped aside, motioning us in. "Welcome to the
spider's den. Jason's around somewhere."
"I'm in here, wench," we heard from the living room.
"You walked right by me, y'know."
"Yes," Jen called back, and Jason laughed. "And don't
call me wench, whore."
"All right, crack slut."
"That's better." She spun and headed down the short
hall to the kitchen, holding her arms out and over her
head and bobbing her head side to side with each step.
"Put the pizza's in here until people show up. Kit
called about five minutes ago saying he'd be here, so
it won't be just us, at least. He never said when he'd
show up, though."
Sara followed after me as I trailed Jen, and Kim tagged
along, obviously feeling out of place. Which was
understandable, considering how Jen and Jason had
decorated the place. They had a lot of Giger prints up,
and there were Kali statues with black candles sitting
on stands to either side of the television, and a
giant, gothic mirror hung behind them. Jason had
painted a mural on the opposite wall, a dragon sitting
on a pile of skulls with fire and brimstone in the
background. The kitchen was probably the only room they
hadn't really decorated, since it was relatively normal
looking. Not that we stayed there long.
We settled in the living room, Sara and me taking the
two remaining seats on the couch, Kim taking the
recliner, and Jen dropping to the floor next to me by
the arm of the sofa. I noticed Kim kept looking at the
die-cast vampire skull that was sitting on the
television or at the blinds on which Jen or Jason had
painted a giant red pentagram. Either those or Jason,
who was pierced, tattooed, wearing grungy black, and
had a double-braided goatee and a shaved head. She was
definitely out of place here.
"Miss Social doesn't like the spider's den, does she?"
Jen asked, watching Kim. Kim looked at her and made a
face.
"No," she said, shaking her head. "How can you like
stuff like this? It's... freaky."
"Depressing? Morbid? Macabre? Disturbing? Yeah. That's
why."
"Ease up, Jen," I told her. She glanced at me and
nodded, leaning back against the arm of the sofa.
"Sorry. Just in the mood for baiting. That couple came
by again today while I was at work, so I'm kind of
pissed off. Sometimes I'd like to ask them if they're
ever going to actually buy anything or if they're just
going to take up space other customers could be using,
just to see what they'd do. My luck, they're probably
the damn owners of the place." She smacked my leg. "You
know, you're really damned lucky to have that art job
just drop into your lap like that."
"What do you do?" Jason asked me. "Anything I could get
into?"
"Ever the opportunist, huh?" I laughed. "It's
illustration for a local publisher. Fantasy and sci-fi
stuff, mostly magazine stuff, but I've done pieces for
a couple of books, too."
"Awesome, man. How's it pay?"
"Well enough, I guess. I need to do more if I want to
support myself with it, which really wouldn't be hard.
It's mainly black and whites they want, and I can turn
those out no problem."
"Rock. I love jobs like that." He laughed. "If you want
to make up some tattoos for me, I'd pay you a
pittance."
"Only a pittance? I've gotta eat, man! I'm a starving
artist!"
We both laughed, and Sara smiled. Jen climbed to her
feet and wandered into the kitchen, returning with cups
and some two liters.
"My turn to fetch," Jason said, catapulting out of the
couch as a knock came on the front door. He trotted
into the front hall and his, "Well, hellooooo."
followed soon after. "A beautiful woman with drinks is
here!" he called to us. "Does she belong to Mike and
Sara?"
"I do." That was definitely Cindy, and Kim snapped her
attention in that direction, everything else forgotten.
"Whoa," Jen said, giving Kim a surprised look. "Miss
Social here is riveted."
"You never told me Cindy would be here," Kim said to me
and Sara, her attention still on the direction of
Cindy's voice. I couldn't tell if she was pissed about
that because she wasn't wanting to deal with Cindy or
pissed because it was Cindy and she wanted to jump her
and we didn't tell her she would be here.
"You never asked," I answered as Cindy came into view.
She gave a quick look to Kim but otherwise avoided eye-
contact with her. She was holding a cooler full of
bottles and dressed in a halter top and the same mini-
skirt she'd worn to Sara's birthday party. She was
wearing a bra, but whether or not she was wearing
panties I couldn't tell, and she had a backpack on.
Jason appeared behind her, making no attempt to hide
his ogling. He caught Jen's look and just shrugged,
giving a bemused smile.
"You can put that in the kitchen," Jen directed. "We
don't have much to mix with, though."
"That's ok," Cindy said. "I have everything I need
right here."
She continued on down the hall into the kitchen, and
Kim stood and went in after her. I tensed, ready to
move fast at the first sound of the explosion I
expected to follow, but there wasn't one. Either Cindy
had managed to immobilize Kim before she was able to do
anything, which I didn't think was what happened, since
there would still have been a lot of noise, or Kim was
assaulting Cindy with a kiss, which seemed more likely,
but also not as likely.
Jen was looking at me with her eyebrows raised,
wondering what was going on. I just shook my head as
Jason fell back onto the sofa next to me. We could hear
Kim and Cindy talking, but couldn't make out what they
were saying, which is probably what they wanted.
"Well," Jason said, clapping his hands together between
his knees. "My policy is stay out of spats if I'm not
part of them. I think this is one of those covered by
that policy." He gave a decisive nod, then looked at me
and Sara. "Who's going to be the responsible one and
stay sober? Or you gonna crash here? 'cause Jen and I
sure as hell aren't gonna stay sober with alcohol
around."
"I would say Kim," I started, and Sara interrupted and
finished for me before I could get any further.
"But she refuses to turn down new experiences when
she's at a party, and she only just got her license,
anyway."
"Right. Crashing here. Cool beans. I'll dig out the air
mattress and some blankets. What about your friend?"
"Cindy? You'd have to ask her. She could go either
way."
"Where'd you meet her, man? She's well out of high
school, and she doesn't seem like our crowd."
"Movies," I said. "And she's most definitely our crowd.
Trust me. She's-"
"Shut up, Mike," Cindy said from the kitchen. "Just
shut up. They'll learn on their own."
"Testy," Jen finished for me.
"Damn right, woman," from Cindy, standing right behind
Jen, and Jen jumped, startled. Cindy grinned and moved
in to kiss Jen when she turned, then leaned against the
door frame that let onto the kitchen while Jason
laughed. Jen made a face at being kissed and stepped
away while Cindy looked to the rest of us. "So who else
is going to show?"
"Kit, probably," Sara said. "Or probably not. He's
pretty unpredictable about stuff like that."
"Right. So six drinks for right now. What all do you
want?"
"Got stuff for a tequila sunrise?" Jason asked. Cindy
nodded and kissed at him, and he raised one hand, first
and pinky fingers up, and headbanged. "Rock! Those
things are the shit."
"Sex on the beach!" Jen cried, and made a purring
sound.
"Kinky girl, check." She grabbed at her crotch when Jen
wasn't looking and licked her lips at her.
"How right you are!" Jason laughed, and Sara and I did
the same.
"I'm not even drunk yet," Jen said as she turned,
putting her hands behind her back and bending forward
at the waist to peer at Cindy. "Cut the crap until I
am, pixie bitch." She didn't wait for Cindy's reaction,
spinning instead and hopping over to drop into the
recliner.
"Feisty AND kinky," Cindy purred. "Yum!" She grinned
and looked at Sara and me. "S and M?"
"Holy shit!" Jen cried, bursting out laughing. The rest
of us did the same while Cindy's grin widened. "Oh my
god, that's GREAT! S and M!"
"We're never going to get rid of that now," I said,
pointing accusingly at Cindy when I was able to talk
again, then started laughing again.
"Lovely, da'ling," she drawled at me, and mimed
snapping a whip. "That's what I have you listed as on
my phone. S and M. I love it." She laughed. "So what do
you want to drink, lovers?"
"What do you have?"
"Tell me what you want and I can tell you if I have it
or can make it."
I looked at Sara, who shrugged.
"Whatever," she said. "Just don't make it too strong."
"No worries there, gorgeous. Mike?"
"Surprise me."
"Right. Tequila sunrise for the tattoo man, sex on the
beach for kinky goth grrl, screaming orgasm for the
nympho, and a bit of whatever for Mr. Man."
"That's MY name for him, damnit!" Kim said from the
kitchen.
"We can share it, lovely," Cindy said as she turned and
disappeared back into the kitchen to make drinks.
Apparently Kim wasn't quite as averse to seeing Cindy
again as she had been letting on if she was willing to
accept such endearments from her already.
Chapter 5
Another knock came on the door as the sounds of Cindy
pulling out bottles and glasses started, and then it
opened, Kit's voice following.
"None o' you go bitchin' I'm outta the house, hear?
'cause I'm in one again. It just ain't mine."
"Kit!" Jen cried, launching herself out of the chair
and bounding into the front hall to greet him.
"Hey girl," Kit laughed, and the sound of Jen's hopping
preceded the two of them as they came back into the
living room.
"We had bets going on whether or not you'd show," I
said to him.
He laughed as he dropped to the floor to sit in front
of a book shelf, running his fingers through his hair
to get it out of his face. He was wearing his rings, I
noticed. Jen reclaimed the recliner.
"Man, you guys have too little faith in me. You really
think I'd pass up on this?"
"What's your poison, Kit?" Cindy called from the
kitchen.
"Whoa! Drinks, too?"
"Tell me what you want and I can probably make it."
"Awesome! Gimme a mudsling."
"Mudslide."
"Whatever. Chocolate liquor! Don't care what it's
called. It's fucking chocolate."
"Mudslide for chocolate boy, check." One of the fridge
doors opened, then closed again, an ice tray clinking
on the counter a second later. "Where's the blender,
goth grrl? I need crushed ice, since you don't have
vanilla ice cream."
"Hold off on the drinks, woman," Jason called. "Jesus.
We should at least eat first so we're not drinking on
empty stomachs."
He climbed to his feet and stepped into the kitchen,
returning with the pizzas I'd brought and shaking his
head. He slid the top box onto the floor, the second
next to it, and set the third beside that. Cindy came
into the living room as he settled back onto the sofa,
Kim following behind her and obviously trying to
refrain from hanging all over her. Cindy had a glass in
one hand, full of layered alcohol, and she settled on
the sofa arm next to Sara, Kim taking the floor beside
her.
"What the hell is that?" Jen asked, peering at the
drink.
"Sanity's Rainbow," Cindy said, twirling her drink
slightly. "My own creation. And before you ask, I
refuse to make it for anyone else here. It'll fuck you
up if you have no tolerance for alcohol and you'll be
worshipping the shit pot the rest of the night." She
studied Kit for a few moments, taking in his long hair,
rings, fishnets, piercings, and tattered black clothes.
"You goth people really complicate party games that
involve removing clothing, you know that?"
Jason laughed as Kit gave Cindy a confused look.
"What the hell would you know about being goth, pixie
bitch?" Jen demanded.
I could tell immediately that was not a good way to
have asked that, as Cindy's demeanor changed, hinting
at the anger I'd seen in her during Sara's birthday
party. She gave Jen a flat stare and simply held it.
Either Jen didn't see Cindy preparing for lashing out
or she was braver or stupider than I had thought to
remain unphased.
"Gother than thou, my lovely little corset queen,"
Cindy said, snapping each word out. "I've been through
darkness and pain you would not understand even a bit.
I doubt you've been abused. I doubt you've been used. I
doubt you've been gang raped. I doubt you've been an
addict. I doubt you've had everyone you thought were
friends turn away from you when you needed them most. I
doubt you've attempted suicide. I doubt you've ever
been in a situation where you had no other way out than
that. I doubt you've been excommunicated from your
family. I doubt you understand the difference it can
make being given unconditional love from even one
person. I doubt you understand the strength it takes to
refuse to give up after being through literal hell. I
doubt you understand how much you're scarred after
being through all of that. Do not talk to me about
understanding goth, because I've been there and been
extremely disenchanted. What you call goth is dead to
me."
Jen, intelligently, was silent to all Cindy had just
said, but neither did she apologize for being
confrontational.
"There's more than the angsty crap and the image, ya
know," Kit said, shifting to sit cross-legged while
reaching forward and opening each of the pizza boxes.
"It's philosophical, too, but most people ain't gonna
see past the image."
"Like our parents," Jason said. "Me and Jen. They
kicked us both out. Me because I'm this-" he spread his
arms and pointed at himself, "-and Jen for the same
reason. Among others."
I gave Jen a quizzical look. That was news to me.
"It didn't exactly help that you basically told them to
fuck off when they tried to argue with you about going
to school for tattooing," Jen said.
"When'd they kick you out?" I asked.
"Couple weeks ago. I've been wanting to tell you, but
you've been too lost in Sara to be reachable, you jack
ass, so we haven't been able to get together and just
hang."
"Drop it," Cindy said, sighing and pinching the bridge
of her nose. "God damn. I came here to have a good time
and not have to think or get into crap like this. Let's
just eat, get drunk, and have some fun with games."
"You better be eating something to go with that drink,
woman," Jason said, counting the stripes in Cindy's
glass. "I count five different liquors there."
"Give me something and I will," Cindy answered,
pointing at the supreme. "And there's six. The top
layer's Bacardi and Morgan's. The others are Irish
cream, Kahlua, Malibu, and Jäger."
As if that were a cue of some sort, we all grabbed
pizza and started eating. Cindy nursed her drink while
she ate, but didn't seem to be at all phased by it,
since she was able to easily hold up her end of
whatever conversation she was part of without losing
any of her wit. Invariably, she managed to take
whatever topic came up and bring it around to sex,
which I think started to get on Jen's nerves after a
time, though not sufficiently that she bitched about
it. She took to stroking her neck after a few such of
Cindy's misdirections of topic, which I imagine meant
she was at least beginning to get distracted with her
mind getting pulled into the gutter so consistently.
Likely that's what Cindy wanted, and I thought it
likely she knew from experience how hard it could be to
lower a woman's inhibitions.
Mainly we simply talked, probably for about half an
hour, though I don't remember how long it actually was.
Kim, though, mostly just sat silently and listened and
watched (mostly Cindy), quite obviously feeling out of
place. When she did talk, about half of what she said
was simply blurted, some random come-on to Cindy, which
didn't do much to help ease her discomfort any. Nor did
Cindy's starting to stroke her hair after about ten
minutes or so, and Kit's curious stare only furthered
her embarrassment.
Needless to say, Kim's discomposure stayed at a pretty
constant level of obviousness, and her blush never
entirely receded. Most of the pizza was gone by the
time Cindy stood, lifting her now half-drained glass in
salute, though I noticed she got to her feet somewhat
slower than normal.
Chapter 6
"I vote that it's time for drinks," she said, pointing
at each of us in turn as she recited the drinks we'd
requested. "Tequila sunrise for tattoo man. Sex on the
beach for goth grrl. Screaming orgasm for nympho.
Mudslide for goth boi. Mr. Man doesn't care, so you'll
get one of my own creations. What do you want, lovely?"
That last to Kim, who managed to at least refrain from
blurting, "You." again. Cindy smiled and held her hand
out to her.
"I don't know," Kim said, trying to keep her stare from
wandering up Cindy's skirt. "Never drank before."
"I'll give you a starter, then. Rum and coke. I can mix
you more later, if you feel up to it."
Kim nodded and stood, managing to avoid taking Cindy's
hand. She was having an increasingly difficult time in
avoiding not dragging her down and fucking her right
there, it seemed. Cindy handed her drink to me to hold
until she got back, and Kim followed her into the
kitchen.
"So what's this game you were talking about?" I called
after her.
"It's called the inhibition game. I first played it
when I was... too young and stupid to have any.
Basically it's a cross between spin-the-bottle, truth-
or-dare, and a drinking contest. I'll explain it when
I'm done making drinks. Goth boi's mudslide is going to
take the longest."
"How many different liquors did you bring?" Jason asked
over the sounds of ice being dropped into a blender.
"You need something like half a dozen just for the
mudslide, don't you?"
"It depends how you make it. I use three for a
mudslide. Kahlua, irish cream, and either rum or vodka,
then crushed ice or vanilla ice cream with a dose of
chocolate syrup. I brought several bottles of stuff,
along with the mixers, which should be more than enough
for everyone here, unless ya'll are experienced
drinkers, which I doubt. Unless it's maybe tattoo man."
Jason laughed as Cindy started the blender, the roar of
grinding ice filling the room for a minute.
"Which do you want, goth boi? Vodka or rum?"
"Vodka, girl!" Kit cried. "Vodka! Like it'd be anything
else."
"Like it's going to matter after it starts kicking in.
Get your gothic little ass in here and fetch your
drink. Yours is up next, tattoo man."
"Rock!" Jason laughed as Kit clambered to his feet and
headed into the kitchen. "Go double on mine."
Cindy laughed. "If it burns, it's your own damn fault."
A pause, then, "Here. Tattoo man's tequila sunrise."
Kit came wandering back in, a drink in each hand, and
gave one, a vibrantly yellow affair, to Jason before
reclaiming his spot in front of the book shelf. Jason
lifted his glass and peered through it, then lowered it
and sniffed at it. He drew back and furrowed his brow,
then took a sip and puckered and coughed.
"Oh man. That's going to be hell."
"It's your own damn fault," Cindy said again. The
sounds of clinking glass were interspersed with her
words as she talked. "So what are the ground rules
going to be for this game? I don't imagine-" a pause,
"-that any of the guys would be willing to go down on
each other, even if they're blazing drunk." Bottles
being pulled from ice. "And I think the same could be
said for Kim. What else should we add to the list of
taboos for the game? Keep in mind all rules must be set
before the game begins, so if it's not added now, it's
not off limits later if it comes up."
"I'm not doing anything with another woman," Jen said,
making a face.
"And nothing sexual between family members," Sara
added, and I felt her glance toward the kitchen from
her perch on my shoulder.
"Check and check," from Cindy, followed by the sound of
a metal lid of some sort dropping to the counter.
"What's that for?" Kim asked.
"Mr. Man's drink. I call it a pussy slammer."
Sara and I both burst into laughter hearing that,
joined a second later by Jen and Jason. Kit simply
grinned.
"I thought you'd get a kick out of that. I'm missing
part of the drink, though. It's supposed to be topped
with a cherry with a banana Runts stuck in it. Some
more subtle innuendo there." Cindy came back in, a
drink in each hand. One was a pinkish orange thing with
ice and a straw, which she handed to Jen, and the other
was a slushy pinkish red, which was mine. "Mind that
it's a bit sour. I used frozen juice mix, so it'll be a
bit strong."
"What's in it?" I asked, swirling the drink and
sniffing at it. It was sweet, very citrusy, and had a
hint of coconut to it.
"Frozen pink lemonade, coconut rum, and melon liqueur.
Awesome drink. Except for Kim's rum and coke,
everyone's got high alcohol drinks, so I'm going to
caution against downing them very quickly, unless ya'll
have good tolerances for drinking like I said earlier.
We'll be drinking quite enough during the game." She
turned full circle, looking at everyone in turn. "Ok.
So... I need to make your screaming orgasm and Kim's
rum and coke, and then everyone will have their drinks.
Cool."
She turned back to the kitchen and almost fell over as
she ran into Kim, who had come up behind her. Kim
caught her and Cindy stepped into her again once she'd
caught her balance, surprising everyone, Kim included,
by wrapping her arms around Kim's waist and pressing
against her, giving her a full-on kiss. Kim's surprise
vanished after only a second, and she attacked Cindy's
mouth with hers as if her life depended on it, moving a
hand up and twining it through Cindy's hair to press
her harder into the kiss.
"Whoa now," Kit laughed. Except for Jen, everyone else
did too, but for me, it was more because of Jen's
expression. She was literally gawking, her mouth
hanging open, and then she just covered her eyes,
shaking her head.
"Can't you at least wait until I'm drunk to start
that?" she asked, getting everyone laughing again.
"Jason watches that-"
"Hey!" Jason cut in, laughing even harder. "Everyone
knows guys have porn collections. It's not like it
needs to be spoken."
"You mean I'm not enough for you?" Jen stuck her tongue
out at Jason, now oblivious of Kim and Cindy kissing,
though it appeared Cindy was now attempting to pull Kim
off her.
Jason grinned and kissed at his sister, with an, "Oh,
babe, you're so hot I could light a black candle from
here."
"Kiss my ass, freak," she laughed, climbing out of the
recliner and shoving Kim and Cindy back toward the
kitchen. "Go finish the drinks, pixie bitch, and try to
keep your lesbian love action on hold until I'm drunk
and won't remember it."
Cindy was still having a hell of a time trying to
extricate herself from Kim, who seemed to have fused
herself to her mouth. Cindy managed to direct their
stumble from Jen's shove so that Kim ended up against
the door jam of the kitchen, which allowed Cindy to
free one of her hands and shove it down the front of
Kim's shorts. Kim immediately pulled out of the kiss
with a wide-eyed gasp, then clutched hard to Cindy,
shaking violently as she squirmed and muttered
incoherent streams of, "Shit. God. Fuck. Gah." She
slowly slumped against Cindy, breathing heavily and
twitching as Cindy withdrew her hand.
Chapter 7
"I'll pretend I didn't just see that," Jen said
blandly.
"Go sit down, lovely," she said gently, ignoring Jen,
and Kim nodded, looking entirely dazed. "I'll bring
your drink out in a minute."
She removed Kim's hands from her and stepped back into
the kitchen, leaving Kim standing absently. She started
moving after a few moments, stumbling over to where
she'd been sitting before and collapsing to the floor
with a thud.
"You ok?" I asked her.
"I..." she started, turning her attention to the
kitchen. "Yeah. I'm..."
"Well fucked," Sara said, to which Kim only managed a
nod and a weak, "Yeah." "We told you she'd only need to
touch you."
"So what's goin on here?" Kit asked. "You two
girlfriends or somethin?"
"Just friends with benefits, goth boi," Cindy said, and
I noticed a big difference in her tone now. "Though
after what I did to her, I really don't deserve her."
I looked at Sara, who nodded and pulled away so I could
get up. I climbed out of the couch, handed her my and
Cindy's drinks, and headed into the kitchen. Cindy was
in front of the counter, pulling out a bottle of coke
from her cooler and looking through the ranks of the
other bottles she had out already, and I moved up
behind her, slipping my arms around her waist. She
tensed a bit before relaxing again and settling back
against me, whispering, "Hi."
"What happened?" Kit called.
"I did a lot of stupid things I shouldn't have," she
answered as I turned her face toward me. I frowned a
bit at the wet tracks down her cheeks and brushed them
away, and she set her bottles down again to turn and
cling to me, pressing her face into my shoulder. I
lightly kissed her cheek as someone started up some
sort of jazzy music on the stereo. Cindy laughed a bit.
"Voodoo Sex Stuff," she said softly. "I haven't heard
them in ages."
"What's wrong?" I asked quietly to keep from being
heard in the living room. I started running my fingers
through her hair and down her back, and she began
crying again, silent.
"I haven't done anything to deserve you three," she
whispered. "I've been such a bitch to both you and Kim,
but you've stuck around. That... I don't know. I don't
know what I'm trying to say. But thank you. Thank you.
From the bottom of my heart, thank you. You have no
idea how much I'd been dreading seeing Kim again,
after... after what happened. I was afraid she'd still
hate me and not want to listen to me, but she wanted
to. That's what we were talking about earlier. She's
still pissed off because of what I did, but you and
Sara... you managed to at least convince her a bit
there was more to me than just the fuck lust and the
bitch queen."
"That's a long time for simple drinks," Jen said,
peeking into the kitchen. I looked at her and shook my
head. At least her expression indicated she grasped
what was going on here. "Sorry. I didn't know I would
be intruding. I'll just be sipping." She ducked back
into the living room, but reappeared a second later.
"It's very good, by the way, Cindy. Thank you."
Cindy nodded against my shoulder and waved a hand at
Jen, who disappeared again. She drew in a deep breath
and let it out in a long sigh, then lifted her head and
wiped at her eyes.
"Pixie bitch indeed," she muttered. "All attitude and
then gets conciliatory when she realizes the damage
done." She looked at me, eyes on mine. "Can you do
something for me tonight? Do me a huge, huge favor?"
"What do you need?"
"Keep me in line tonight. I've not been on my meds for
about two weeks now. Didn't want to be drinking while
they were in my system. Tried that once before and it
wasn't fun at all, so I don't want to do it again. So
I'm going to be moody. I don't think I'll be as bad as
I was when you first met me, but I don't... I don't
want to risk that. I want to be a better person than
what I am. Than what I have been."
She frowned and grimaced, wiping away tears before they
had a chance to start, and I nodded, giving her a
gentle kiss.
"I can do that for you, but it'll be me as much as
Sara."
She smiled wanly and pulled my face close to hers,
whispering, "Thank you." before giving me a slow kiss,
running her tongue over my lips. Though I didn't have
any real sexual interest in Cindy at that point,
considering she already had a boyfriend, and Sara and
Kim on top of that, I was by no means hesitant about
returning her kiss.
And damn, she could kiss. I dropped my arms down to her
waist as she pressed against me, draping her arms
around my neck, while she danced her lips over mine,
drawing back in tease whenever I moved forward. When
she did linger, she traced her tongue over my lips,
letting our lips part slowly, and then she moved in
again, opening the kiss a little more, building it in
steps. I just followed her lead, having never done
anything like it with Sara, but I picked up on what she
was doing pretty quickly. She wasn't wanting it hard
and fiery, so I gave her tender and passionate, and she
slowly relaxed against me, purring softly into my mouth
as we twined our tongues together.
I don't know how long we just stood there kissing, but
it was probably not anywhere near as long as it seemed,
because it felt like it had been at least half an hour.
She pulled back slowly and gave me a searching look,
tracing her fingertips over my check and temple to up
behind my ear.
"I really hope Sara knows what she's managed to catch
with you," she said quietly. "I've only met two other
guys who can do what you just did. One's Aaron and the
other I lost because I didn't recognize what I had with
him, and I hurt him so badly."
She drew in a deep breath and squeezed her eyes shut,
pinching the bridge of her nose. I ssshhh'ed and kissed
her forehead.
"It's ok."
"We having a love fest in here?" Sara asked, causing
Cindy to jump, startled. I looked over at her,
surprised. I hadn't heard her come in. She smiled and
moved forward, putting her arms around the both of us
and giving us each a kiss. "And I do know what I have
with Mike. If I hadn't before, what he's done since we
met you has made me see it." Cindy smiled a bit. "But
if you want him, you'll have to pay me."
"What? Why the fuck should-"
Sara silenced her with a finger and shook her head,
smiling.
"Listen, hon. Listen. I want you to pay me by teaching
me how to kiss like that. That was... I don't think
there are any words for it."
Cindy laughed, a genuine laugh, and turned from me to
Sara, hugging her tight.
"Oh, Sara," she said, still laughing. "For you, I can
do that. For both of you, I can do that, since it's
kind of a useless skill if you can't use it with
someone." She gave her a kiss. "But it will have to be
later. Now's not the time for it. I still need to make
drinks for you and Kim, and then it's game time.
There's still a few things I need to explain about it."
Chapter 8
Sara's drink was indeed simple, and Cindy sipped at
Kim's to make sure it wasn't too strong. She handed
Sara's to her, and the three of us wandered back into
the living room. Voodoo Sex Stuff had long since
shuffled into other music, and something off Tool's
Lateralus album was playing by the time we'd all
settled again. Cindy stared at the mostly empty boxes
of pizza while she absently rolled her glass between
her hands. No one spoke, so we were obviously waiting
for her.
"Ok," she said after a minute, shaking her head rapidly
and shivering. "Does anyone have anything else to add
to the list of taboos?"
"No playing with body wastes," Jason added after a
moment. "Fuck of a job to get cleaned up, and it's just
disgusting."
"Agreed. I've never been into that stuff, either, even
with everything I've done." She looked at Kit. "What
about you, goth boi? Anything to add that hasn't been?"
Kit thought, taking a sip of his mudslide.
"Nothing non-consensual," he said. "If it's gonna be
fun, everyone's gotta want to, 'cause otherwise it just
kills the enjoyment."
Cindy blinked, then raised a hand.
"I vote we make that one inviolate. Show of hands?"
She looked around, everyone raising a hand, Jason
raising his drink on high and crying, "Hear hear!" Kim
was the only one who hadn't raised a hand, apparently
still too dazed to really be listening to anything, and
Cindy prodded her. Kim turned to her with a, "Hm?"
"What do you vote for everything during the game having
to be consensual?" Cindy asked her.
"Nah," Kim said, shaking her head. "You can rape me any
time you want." She grinned and bit Cindy's thigh while
everyone laughed.
"You can't rape the willing, lovely." She twined some
fingers through Kim's hair, then looked at me, taking
another sip from her drink. "What about you, Mr. Man?
Anything to add?"
I considered, staring off somewhere between Jen and Kit
while sampling my drink. It was as advertised, quite
good and definitely sour. I puckered and took another
drink. I had a guess as to what the game was about,
given the name, and though I didn't really care for it,
I was going over the likelihood of anyone here saying
something about anything that was likely to happen as
we progressed from sober to stupid and uncoordinated.
Jen and Jason I'd known for years - ever since I'd met
Jen in grade school - so I knew the chances of them
spreading events around were pretty low. Likewise with
Sara and Kim, though I'd known them for not nearly as
long. They had their own reasons for not talking about
things. Cindy certainly wouldn't, except maybe Aaron.
Kit was the only person I thought might talk, but it
wouldn't be to anyone that I didn't also know. Which is
where the problems came in, because I knew for certain
that some of those same people had no ability to keep
secrets. Jen and I had tested it once by starting false
rumors about each other.
"What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas," I said,
looking at Kit. Not the smartest of things to do, but I
did it anyway.
"Man, you already know everyone I would tell," he said.
"What the fuck's with that?"
"It's not you I'm worried about. You can talk about it
all you like with anyone here right now. I don't care.
It's the people who aren't here that don't need to
know. You remember the rumors about me and Jen from
last year, about how she loved to fuck me and Jason, or
about me being caught with a blow-up doll in my
locker?"
"Yeah. But they were so stupid no one'd believe 'em.
You know that."
"That was the point. It was me and Jen who started
them."
"What the fuck?" Jen and I both laughed at Kit's
expression as he looked back and forth between the two
of us. "You can't be serious?"
"It's true," Jen said. "We were bored and getting tired
of the rumor mill, so we handed out some false rumors
to some people we knew talk a lot to see how fast it
spread. It only took two or three days."
"I don't think they got the point, though," I said,
shaking my head.
"Like they would," Cindy cut in. "Which doesn't matter.
You only cure gossip by ignoring it. But yes, that's
another good rule for the game. We should probably also
make that one inviolate, because it's a matter of
respect and privacy. Vote?" Everyone raised a hand this
time, and she nodded and continued. "Ok. Now that we
have the ground rules, the most important thing to
remember about the inhibition game is the meaning of
its name. It's called the inhibition game because the
point is to break down inhibitions. Except for the two
we just voted as inviolate, the rest of the rules that
have been set are inhibitions. So that makes them prime
targets, but that doesn't mean they're the only things
that should be focused on. Does that all make sense?"
She nodded at everyone's agreement, then attempted to
slide off the arm of the couch to sit on the floor,
stumbling as she did and swearing. She somehow managed
to not spill any of her drink, even when she thudded
down next to Kim. She blinked stupidly and stared at
her drink.
"Well. That's a bit stronger than I usually make it,
apparently." She laughed and muttered, setting her
glass aside. "Ok. Um... Can someone a little more
coordinated than me get an empty bottle?"
"I'll do a few steps better," Jason said, setting his
drink on the lamp stand next to him. "I'll be back in a
sec."
He leapt out of the couch and headed down the hall.
Tool gave way to Delerium on the cd player as he
reappeared, two vibrators in each hand, and Cindy fell
over laughing as he dropped them by the pizza boxes.
Kit gathered the boxes as he closed them up and tossed
them neatly into the kitchen.
"Oh fuck," Cindy moaned, Jason reclaiming his spot on
the sofa while she crawled back into a sitting
position. "Ow. That was funny. Definitely better than a
bottle. But only one can spin." She reached forward and
grabbed the single plain vib, twisting the bottom to
turn it on. She purred and grinned at Kim as she sucked
on the top of it, making Kim's blush return with a
vengeance.
"You're a devil," Sara laughed.
"Devil with a halo," Cindy giggled, turning the vib off
and setting it in the middle of the floor, clearing
away the other three vibs. "Everyone knows how to play
spin the bottle? Or... vibrator, I guess this version
is. Everybody on the floor! Chop! Chop chop!"
We did, eventually settling in a rough circle, Cindy,
me, Sara, Jason, Jen, Kit, Kim, and back to Cindy, with
Kim just about draped over Cindy.
"Ok. To make this fair-" Cindy pointed at Jen and Kit,
"-everyone has to strip down to only five items of
clothing. Jewelry doesn't count, and bra and panties
count seperately." Kit shrugged and pulled off one of
his shirts, and Jen unlaced her boots, tossing them
behind her next to the recliner. Cindy nodded and
continued, leaning forward and spinning the vib.
"Truth-or-dare variation is..." She laughed as the vib
stopped, pointing at Sara. "The person chosen by our
fun little friend here decides truth or dare-"
"Truth," Sara interjected.
"-and if the person chosen by the almighty vibrator
here chooses truth-" she kissed at Sara, "-then two
things happen. First is the spinner must take a drink
of their devil juice, and the chosen target must remove
an item of clothing. The second is the usual truth-or-
dare stuff. If the target of the vib chooses dare, then
they have to take a drink and the spinner takes off
some clothes. So!" She slapped the floor next to her,
looking around for her drink while Sara untied her
sandals and set them behind her. "Truth... Truth... Oh!
One other thing! If either the truth or the dare can be
considered to lead to something sexual, then the target
of the vib must take a drink, even if they already did
because of taking a dare. Is that all clear?"
"Might be too much to remember when we're all wasted,"
Jason observed, then laughed. "Of course we probably
won't care by then, either."
"Exactly!" Cindy laughed and took a drink and looked at
Sara. "Ok. Truth?"
"Yeah," Sara agreed.
"Who was your first real crush and why? And no topic is
off limits, by the way, even if it's ridiculous."
Sara blinked and blushed, dropping her gaze to her lap,
muttering, "Kermit."
Jen laughed and clapped her hands.
"Kermit's fucking awesome!" she cried, leaning forward.
"I love Kermit! Why'd you have a crush on him?"
"Very sexy voice." Her blush deepened, turning her a
bright red. "I would daydream about him holding me and
just talking, and that... um..."
"It got you hot and bothered?" Kit said, doing a
perfect Kermit voice, and Sara giggled and nodded, then
immediately shook her head, giggling even more. We all
laughed, and Kit kept going. "A green muppet, running
his hands all over your young skin, talking about all
the naughty things he would do to you, and then he
would put his hands between your legs and play games
with you."
"God..." She was now a vibrant red, and she turned and
buried her face in my shoulder, unable to stop
giggling.
"I think she definitely needs to take another drink for
that," Jason said, grinning.
"And Kit for contributing," I added, and Kit laughed
and raised his glass, then took a drink.
Chapter 9
"Whenever you're ready, sexy," Cindy crooned to Sara.
I slid a hand under Sara's shirt and grabbed one of her
breasts, teasing her nipple through her bra to quiet
her giggling. She came back to herself pretty quickly,
then seized my hand to get me to stop.
"Damnit, you," she breathed, then kissed me hard. "It
hurts when you get them that hard and I have a bra on.
And yes, it worked to stop my giggling, so shut up."
She laughed and pulled my hand from under her shirt,
taking a drink. She looked around at everyone, then
leaned forward and spun the vib. The music switched
again while it was spinning, Ayumi Hamazaki pouring
from the speakers now, and the vib stopped between Kit
and Jen.
"Ooh! I get both of you! Haha!"
Kit and Jen looked at each other, some unspoken
agreement, and then laughed.
"You really sure you wanna do that, Sara?" Kit asked,
grinning.
Sara just winked at him, and Kit's grin grew even wider
while Jen cackled.
"Dare!" they both cried at the same time, and it took a
few seconds for everyone to register what that meant.
Kit couldn't stop grinning, nor Jen laughing, even as
they took drinks.
"Two more items of Sara's clothing - gone!" Jason threw
in, almost falling over as he laughed.
"Fucking hell," Sara exclaimed, laughing. "That's what
I get for not thinking first." She peeled her shirt
off, bundled it, and threw it at Kit. She grinned at
him as she stood, hooking her fingers under the top hem
of her shorts. "Your dare, kermit boy, is not touch
yourself for the rest of the game."
"Devil woman!" He laughed, though. "And if I do?"
"Remove an item of clothing and take a penalty drink,"
Cindy said, and kissed at him. "Or take two penalty
drinks, if you're already naked. AND-" She held up a
finger, "-you must take another dare, and you MUST do
it." She winked at him this time.
"Shit. But Sara's lost most of her clothes already. We
got some eye candy now!"
"Take another drink, goth boi," Cindy grinned. "No
masturbating for you, and that meets the sex criteria."
"Hey! That ain't gonna lead anywhere if I can't jerk
off. That ain't sexual at all. No drink, sex lady." He
winked at her, and Jason laughed.
"Touché!"
"Your dare, Jen..." Sara started again, undoing the top
button of her shorts.
She swayed forward while she unzipped them, stopping in
front of the pile of other vibs and rocking her hips
side to side to make her shorts slide down her hips to
her feet. She stepped out of them and bent at the waist
as she spun, legs spread, giving everyone a good view
of her ass and panty covered pussy. Naturally, she was
wearing see through panties, so there wasn't much
anyone needed to imagine. Cindy purred while Jason and
Kit uttered, "Nice...", and she stayed bent over much
longer than she really needed to. She spun as she
straightened, ending up with her ankles crossed as she
faced Jen, holding a ridged vib with multiple speeds.
She was grinning, and I had to adjust myself in my
pants after her little show.
"Your dare-" She swayed over to Jen, vib held between
her breasts. "-is to keep this in you as deep as it
will go, while it's on this setting-" She clicked it
on, then clicked it again so it was on medium buzz. "-
until someone replaces it with something else."
Jen's eyes widened as she drew in a sharp breath and
whimpered, squeezing her legs together. She shot a
hopeful look at Cindy.
"Can I pass on that?" she pleaded.
"If you're willing to follow the penalty rules," Cindy
said, snatching up Sara's shorts and sniffing at them,
then handing them over to Kim. "Take a drink, lose some
clothing, and take another dare that you must follow."
Jen whined, shrinking away from the vib Sara was
holding in her cleavage. Ayumi Hamazaki shuffled into
Porcupine Tree and Jen made her decision, stripping off
her socks and taking a swig of her drink. She coughed a
bit, then looked up at Sara, letting out a long breath.
"Dare me, girl."
Sara grinned and immediately dropped onto Jen's lap,
straddling her and dropping the vib in front of Kit,
who turned it off. Sara draped her arms around Jen's
shoulders.
"Kiss me like you mean it," Sara said, almost laughing.
"Oh, you are so fucking evil," Jen growled while Cindy
and Jason laughed.
"Clever!" from Jason and "Drink!" from Cindy. Sara held
a hand out behind her, not turning away from Jen, and I
passed her her drink. Jen swore quietly while Sara took
a drink, then picked up her own drink and took a giant
gulp of it, coughing hard once she'd downed that.
"Fuck, that burns," she breathed, still coughing while
she set her drink down. She set her forehead against
Sara's shoulder while she got her wind back, then came
back up and looked at her. "This is the ONLY time I'm
going to do this."
Sara just shrugged and smiled.
"Shut up and kiss me," she said, laughing.
She grabbed Jen's head and dove in, planting her mouth
on Jen's before she could say anything more. Jen's eyes
widened and she made a sound of protest, muffled by
Sara, before shoving her away, grimacing.
"If you're going to be that way about it, let me lead,"
Jen said, making a face and wiping at her mouth.
"Fucking pushy, you little wench."
Sara lifted her eyebrows and moved Jen's arms up to
rest on her shoulders, saying, "Lead away, goth grrl."
She shifted and wrapped her legs around Jen's waist and
her arms around her chest, and Jen tensed.
"Jesus. You're fucking freaking me out, Sara. What the
hell's with this?"
"Rules of the game, isn't it?"
Jen furrowed her brow and shoved Sara's arms down, then
shook. She looked at Sara, rubbing her hands over her
own arms.
"You're bi, aren't you?"
Chapter 10
Sara blinked several times, obviously caught off guard
by that. I was too, for that matter. I knew Jen was
quick to pick up on personality nuances and the like,
but even so, she still surprised me sometimes with how
easily or how quickly she did so, even without much
basis for her observations.
"You wouldn't be so willing to kiss me so readily,
otherwise," she continued. "Would you?" She gave Sara a
searching look.
"Does it matter?" Sara returned, leaning down to kiss
Jen, but Jen pulled back.
"I told you to fucking let me lead." She smacked Sara's
ass. "It does matter to me. Yes or no?"
"Um... Kind of..."
"Kind of?" Jen furrowed her brow even more. "What is
that? A 'Yes, but...'?"
"You want details about what me and her did a few days
after her birthday?" Cindy asked. She grinned and
lifted her drink at Jen as she looked over.
"Uh... No. I'll pass, thank you. Your finger fuck with
Kim was quite more than I wanted to see."
"Hell no!" Kit laughed. "I wanna see more of that!"
"Oh, shut up," Jen countered, but it got her to laugh,
too. "I wasn't meaning you. Of course you'd want to see
more. You're a guy."
"So give us some more," I said, and grinned at her.
"You want to torture Kit, don't you? Remember Sara's
dare?"
"God damnit," Kit muttered while Jen threw her head
back and laughed.
"I hadn't thought of that!" she said, then put her arms
around Sara's neck again and dragged her down for a
kiss.
Sara purred and wrapped her legs even more around Jen's
waist while pressing into her. Jen grabbed the back of
her head and held her locked in the kiss, her other
hand straying downward and unclasping Sara's bra. Sara
gave a muted cry of protest, which was replaced a
second later with a tortured moan as Jen took hold of
one of her nipples and started playing with it. Sara
clutched at Jen's shoulders, clenching her fingers in
Jen's shirt and moaning while she teased her nipple.
I glanced at Kim to see how she was taking this and saw
she was looking away. I nudged Cindy and nodded at Kim
when she looked over. She glanced at Kim, gave me a
nod, then pulled her over, whispering in her ear. Kim
frowned a bit and nodded, and Cindy leaned down, giving
her a slow kiss.
"What the fuck?" Kit said. "Now we've got two scenes to
watch. I can't look two places at once, ya know. I
ain't a chameleon."
Jason and I laughed, and Sara managed to finally break
out of her kiss with Jen and dive into her shoulder,
biting and shaking. Jen winced and drew in a sharp
breath, pinching and twisting hard on Sara's nipple,
eliciting a loud cry from Sara, before letting her go.
Sara panted, still shaking, as she pulled away from
Jen.
"And I thought you said you're not into women," Sara
said.
"I'm not. Just because I know how to make it feel good
doesn't mean I am. It just means I know how to do the
same on myself." She blinked in surprise and then went
red, burying her face in her hands at her inadvertent
admission that she masturbated. "God damnit..."
Sara laughed, leaning down and lightly biting Jen's
neck before refastening her bra and crawling back to
where she'd been sitting next to me. Damn, but she
looked good doing that, and she caught my look before
she'd reached her spot again. She grinned and crawled
up to me instead, settling on my lap and giving me a
deep kiss, and I bit her lip as she pulled back. She
purred and turned around, still on my lap, then twisted
and leaned in next to my ear when she saw Kim and Cindy
kissing.
"That bothered Kim, didn't it?" she whispered, and I
nodded. She sighed. "I need to remember to be more
careful about what I do like that, apparently."
"She'll be ok," I whispered back. "Just be sure to make
it up to her later."
She nodded, then bit my earlobe before turning back to
the group. Kit was still enrapt with watching Kim and
Cindy, who were still kissing, and it looked like they
were slowly falling over, Kim bound to end up under
Cindy.
"Ahem!" Jen proclaimed, grabbing the vib from Kit, who
protested, and throwing it at Kim and Cindy. "We're
ready to continue, if you're so inclined."
Cindy jumped out of the kiss when the vib hit her and
spun fast, ending up falling over. She sat up again,
slowly, breathing out a tentative, "Whoo..." as she
did.
"Fuck the game," Kim said, obviously dazed. She leaned
over and helped Cindy sit up, but never took her hands
away once that had been accomplished.
"I do believe that's the end result," Jason said, and
laughed.
"Your spin, Kit," Jen said, smacking him in the arm.
"Add some craziness to our adventure."
"Man, we're already crazy," he said. He raised both
hands, first and last fingers up, and head banged to
the techno that was playing now. "F-R-E-E-Z-E-P-O-P!
Freezepop forever! Yeah!" He clapped his hands together
and tossed his head back, getting his hair out of his
face again. "A'ight. Spin time. Wheel of Fortune will
be shamed by my crappy spin skillz!"
He leaned forward and spun the vib while Cindy giggled.
And he was right. It WAS a bad spin, and everyone
laughed as it stopped, pointing at him.
"I think he should be penalized for such a crappy
spin," Sara said, leaning back and supporting herself
on her arms. She was wearing a see-through bra, too, I
noticed, really leaving nothing to the imagination. I'm
sure if Cindy hadn't been there, Kim would have been
staring just as much as Kit was, which I'm sure would
have taken some pretty ingenious explaining to make it
not seem weird.
"Definitely," I laughed, accompanied by "Drink!" from
Jen and "Hear hear!" from Jason.
"Hell yeah!" Cindy cried. "There's gotta be at least
one person other than me who's drunk." She slapped the
floor beside her. "Drink, goth boi. Bad spin! Bad!" She
broke down into more giggles with that and collapsed
against Kim. "Oh Jesus, I'm fucked up. This isn't
fair!" She slapped her thighs a few times in
frustration and sat up again. "My alcohol tolerance is
so fucking gone."
Kit, apparently, took that as invitation to down half
his drink, and Cindy furrowed her brow.
"Fuck, boy. Go easy on that. I don't use cheap shit
when I make drinks. That'll fuck you up faster than you
think."
Kit laughed and said, "You're the one falling over
sitting down and you're tellin' me to slow down?"
"Damn fucking right I am." Her angry side was coming
out again. "You go through the shit I've been through
and see if you don't fucking think the same."
"Cindy," I said.
"What?" she snapped at me as she spun toward me.
"Easy."
I held her look, and now that I knew her a little
better, I could see her mood shift. She dropped her
eyes from mine after a few seconds and nodded. I caught
Jen's curious look and shook my head a bit. I'd explain
later. Either that or Cindy would, in some way. Kit
leaned forward and started the vib spinning again, with
"Spin, my little vibrator friend, spin!" And spin it
did. It didn't stop for probably a minute, and ended up
pointing at Cindy.
"Truth," she said immediately, scrutinizing Kit.
"Clothing," Kit answered back, almost as quickly.
"I'll get to it. What's the truth you want?"
Kit rested his chin on a fist, his elbow on one of his
knees, as he studied Cindy.
"First time having sex," he said after a moment.
Chapter 11
She pulled into herself, mentally, staring at the vib
in the middle of our group, and then took her sandals
off. She set them absently behind her and closed her
eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"Where's my drink?" she asked, turning her head a bit
toward Kim. Kim grabbed it and put it in Cindy's hand,
and Cindy took a drink before continuing. "First time
with a guy, I was twelve. It was the neighbor boy, and
my parents had him over babysitting me and my sister
for the night. He was... seventeen, I think. A senior
in high school, anyway. I'd been curious about sex for
a while by then, so I got him to play doctor with me
after my sister was in bed. He got me off a few times
and I sucked him off once before I let him fuck me. It
hurt like hell that first time, but I played with some
candles a few times the next couple of weeks until that
went away, and I let him do it again a few times after
that." She kept her attention focused on the vib, I
noticed. She took another drink.
"First time with a woman was when I was fourteen. It
was because of this game, actually. I was at a party
with my best friend at the time, drinking and smoking,
and she ended up daring me to have sex with her as a
penalty dare, so I had to do it. I wasn't really into
women then, but she was good in bed. Found out later
she'd had a crush on me for years, and then fell in
love with me, so she took advantage of that when I got
drunk at the party. We had sex a few times a month for
about a year, and then she started fucking with my
relationship with my boyfriend. We didn't stay friends
for long after that, and my boyfriend didn't stick
around much longer than that, either." She sighed and
drew her legs up, hugging them and taking another drink
before she looked around at everyone.
"How extreme are all of you with your fetish
interests?"
"Cindy," I said gently, and she turned to me.
I had a feeling she was being masochistic doing this
and it was just going to make her even moodier than I
knew she was already prone to be. I scooted over to
her, the first vestiges of the alcohol giving itself
away as everything felt like it moved much more than it
should have, and pulled her into me, wrapping my arms
around her. She set her drink down and slipped her own
arms around me, burying her face in my shoulder while I
held her and the world regained its balance.
"It's ok," I whispered to her.
"It still hurts," she whispered back. "I loved her,
Mike. She was a sister to me and more. I broke inside
when we fell apart."
"I know. It's ok." I didn't know what else there was I
could say to that. There probably isn't anything that
can really be said to that, other than those two
phrases, but I had to come up with something, because
if I didn't, she was going to break down entirely, if
past experience was a good guide. "But you still have
other people who love you. You have your sister. You
have Aaron. And you have Sara and Kim and me, who are
willing to give that a chance, that we might have
something deeper than just friendship. So you lost a
friend years ago, but you have other friends now who
are here for you."
"I've heard that before and it's only been words. I
don't know if you'll still be here a month from now."
"Have we given any indication we won't be?"
She was quiet for a minute, then drew in a deep breath
and pulled back, shaking her head.
"You can't promise me, though."
"No. I can't." Brutally honest, I know, but it was the
only answer that would work.
"You ok?" Jen asked.
Cindy shook her head and pinched the bridge of her
nose, closing her eyes.
"I'm never ok, but I'll be all right." She grimaced and
clenched her other hand into a fist, digging her nails
into her palm. She looked over at Kim as she loosened
her hand. "Do me a favor, lovely. Please."
"Sex?" Kim answered, and then put on an innocent look,
which got a bit of a smile from Cindy.
"Not yet, lovely. Not yet. Later. I promise. I want you
to go empty my drink. I've had too much."
"You needing to pass out?" from Jason.
Kim picked up what remained of Cindy's drink and downed
it, then broke into a coughing fit, falling over. Cindy
blinked at her, oblivious of what Jason had just said,
and crawled over to Kim, gathering her in her arms. Kim
took several deep breaths, her eyes watery with a few
stray drops falling free.
"Jesus christ..." she breathed. "Fuck. What the hell
was that? That was nasty."
"That was mostly Jägermeister. Might have been a bit of
Irish cream or Kahlua left, but it was mostly Jäger.
Supposed to have finished the rest of the drink first
so you're too drunk by the time you hit the Jäger to
care what it tastes like straight, you silly girl. Now
chase it with your rum and coke, if you want to get rid
of the taste."
"Chase it?"
"Take a drink."
"Ok!" Kim bounced and took a big swig from her rum and
coke.
"Well," Jason laughed. "It looks like those two are
going to be in the lead for drunkenness." He took a
drink from his and coughed. "Hoi! It's your spin,
Cindy. Think you can manage it?"
"Is that a dare, tattoo man?" Cindy shot back with a
grin, just about falling over as she turned to look at
him. "I can be coordinated if I need to be."
"Then spin, girl! We're moving at glacial speed here.
We should all be shit-faced and having a drunken orgy
by now." He laughed again.
"We're halfway there," Jen said. "Or at least half of
us are."
"Shut up and let me spin, damnit," Cindy muttered.
She gathered herself into a state of focus, shivering
once, violently, then reached forward and set the vib
spinning. It stopped on me, and I gave a bemused laugh,
looking at my drink. Half gone already? I hadn't even
noticed I'd been drinking it that quickly, and it was
only kind of kicking in. Or at least that I noticed,
anyway.
"What'll it be, Mr. Man?" Cindy grinned and poked me in
the shoulder.
I laughed and downed about half of what I had left of
my drink, then grinned at her.
"Shit. Making me think. Bastard." She reached behind
her, lifting her shirt up, and fumbled with the catch
on her bra. "And try to undo my damn bra when I'm too
fucking drunk to hold onto it. God damnit..."
Kim, unsurprisingly, came to the rescue, pulling Cindy
over sideways to lean on her. She put one arm around
Cindy's stomach and undid her bra with her other hand
while she nibbled on Cindy's neck. Cindy purred and
smiled, tilting her head to the side to give Kim more
skin to bite at, and Kim worked her way up to Cindy's
mouth, locking her in a kiss.
"Ahem!" once again from Jen, making Cindy jump. "Mike's
dare, please."
The two of them didn't entirely stop kissing, even
while Cindy tried to talk.
"I - want. Damnit, Kim. Mmm. Mike, I - I dare you. Stop
it! Kim! Fuck."
She grabbed Kim, dragged her over, and shoved her over
onto her back, wrapping her arms around her and giving
her a full on kiss as she ended up on top of her. Kim
immediately twined her legs through Cindy's and slid
her arms around her, holding tight to her. Cindy
managed to break from the kiss long enough to breathe a
quick, "Horny girl." before Kim clasped the back of her
neck and kept her lip-locked. Jen sighed in
exasperation as Cindy managed to free one of her hands
and work it into Kim's shorts again. Kim cried out, but
Cindy wouldn't let her out of the kiss, so all she
could do was squirm and moan into Cindy's mouth. She
moaned loudly and arched as she clutched at Cindy.
"We need a camera," Kit said absently.
"Hey you," Sara said to Kit, and everyone - except Kim
and Cindy, obviously - turned to look at him. "You
broke your dare."
"What?" he asked, surprised, and then, "Oh. Fuck. God
damnit." He dropped his hand back to his side from his
crotch.
"Get nekkid, boy." Sara grinned. "And Jen has to keep
hold of your hands from now on so you can't jerk off."
"Hey now! That's a bit much, don't you think?"
"No," the four of us all said at the same time.
"Fuckin..." Kit growled and pulled his shirt off, then
tossed it at Sara, missing badly. He laughed. "Well!
Aim ain't so great anymore with the alcohol settin'
in."
"Yeah, right," Jen said and laughed. "Your aim's never
good."
"Hey! I would have gotten closer if I weren't drunk, ya
know."
Jen just laughed again and tugged at his pants, saying,
"You follow your dare, you just might get lucky."
"See. Now that's incentive." Kit grinned and pulled Jen
over, giving her a kiss. "You just want me for my
body."
Jen smiled and shook her head, biting Kit's lip as she
moved a hand to grab his hard on through his pants.
"I want you for this, stupid. Now get yourself naked so
I can play."
Now that was a side of Jen I hadn't seen much of, which
meant the alcohol was setting in. It was an open secret
that she and Kit had a thing going, but they certainly
weren't boyfriend/girlfriend, and they were almost
never so obvious about it as this.
"So YOU can play, huh?" Kit answered back, laughing.
"So I can play, yes. Much better than watching the
lesbians."
"Watch the tone, girl," from Cindy. She was attempting
to support herself on her arms, hovering over Kim, and
was barely managing. "You're stuck with it for now, so
just get over your damn prudishness." She hung her
head, hair cascading down, and drew in a deep breath.
"You're here on my tolerance, pixie bitch."
"Both of you just shut up about it," Jason snapped.
"Now. Both of you are starting to piss me off with this
crap, and that is NOT what should be happening at a
party. If you can't get along, then one of you go hide
in one of our rooms."
"I'll go," Cindy said, ever so slowly crawling into a
sitting position. "Too much to drink. Going to lose my
grip if I don't leave soon. Can't be around people when
I'm like this. Made a promise to be better. Don't want
to break it."
"What's Mike's dare?" Sara asked.
Cindy looked at her, squinting as she tried to focus.
It took her several seconds to even open her mouth to
start trying to say something.
"I..." she started, and then hung her head again,
breathing deeply. "Fuck... Mike's dare. Not to fuck you
in the pussy. Ass is fine. No pussy."
"That is so not fair. You're getting us both with that
one, damn it."
"No. You enjoy being tortured like that. You'll love
it." She lifted her head again and looked at Jason.
"What room's yours?"
Jason lifted his drink and examined it, quirking his
mouth at the half empty glass, then set it on the lamp
stand behind him before getting to his feet. He swayed
a bit, but caught his balance easily enough, and moved
over to Cindy, kneeling in front of her.
"This way," he said.
She grabbed hold of him and they clambered, clumsily,
to their feet. Kim downed the rest of her drink, then
got up and followed them, twining herself around Cindy
as another support. Cindy stopped as Kim joined them
and turned to her.
"Grab my bra, please," she murmured.
Kim responded with a cheery "Mkay." and a kiss, then
turned around and thudded to the floor as she knelt to
pick up Cindy's bra. She blinked stupidly and laughed,
tilting dangerously close to falling over completely.
"Well, she's gone," Jen chuckled.
"Not yet!" Kim giggled, spinning, quite uncoordinated,
to her hands and knees, Cindy's bra held tightly in one
hand. "Cindy wanted her bra. Hee! But I'm gone now!
Mwahah!" She stumbled to her feet and scampered down
the hall after Jason and Cindy.
Chapter 12
Jason came back a minute later, settling again in his
vacated spot as he eyed Jen and Kit, who were now
joined at the mouth. The only clothing Kit had lost so
far for Sara's dare was his shirt, and at the pace the
two of them were setting, Jen would be losing hers
before he lost the rest of his. Kit had pulled her
shirt off, Jen had removed her socks herself, and Kit
was now working on her bra clasp.
"I have a sneaking suspicion the game's pretty much
over," Jason said, mouth quirked in a smile as he
chuckled.
Jen made a negatory sound into Kit's mouth in response,
and he managed to undo her bra as she slapped the floor
and sat up again. She seemed entirely unmindful that he
pulled her bra off when she did and was now sitting
half-naked in front of her brother.
"Nice breasts, sis, by the way," Jason quipped, and
laughed, raising his glass as he gave her a grin. He
took a deep breath and managed to down a quarter of
what was left of his drink before coming back up to
breathe and deal with a coughing fit.
"Glad you like 'em," Jen threw back, winking, once
Jason was looking at her again. She clasped her hands
together and raised her arms above her head as she
shook her chest. "I like 'em. They're fun." She dropped
her hands down and ran them over her breasts, circling
fingers around her quite prominent nipples. "But you
two-" she pointed suddenly at Jason and me, leaning
forward unexpectedly, "-need to loose some clothing!
Two sexy beasts and you're still clothed! Three sexy
beasts!" She corrected herself as she looked over at
Kit again. "Get you naked! Sara has commanded. No more
of mine comes off until the guys have lost more of
theirs."
"Well hell, if you put it that way." Jason laughed and
stripped off his shirt.
"I won't argue with that," I said, following suit and
throwing my shirt at Jen, realizing as I did so just
how much more the alcohol had set in. Everything
tipped, and I caught myself with one hand as I started
falling over. "Well... She wasn't kidding when she said
they were stronger than they seemed." I sat up again
and pulled off my shoes and socks for good measure,
then looked at Jen. "Now about that skirt and those
panties you still have on..."
Jen laughed and shook her finger at me.
"Nice try, you, but we're still evenly matched. We need
to have a party with a guy getting naked before the
girls do."
"What? So I ain't counted now?" Kit asked with mock
pain.
"Oh hey!" Jen gave a gleeful laugh and sidled up to Kit
again, leaning on him as she dropped a hand to his cock
and began slowly stroking him.
"Back off, girly," I laughed. "It's my spin and our
happy little friend needs a clear target."
She gave a playful growl and hiked up her skirt,
splaying one leg wide to the side and draping the other
across Kit's lap, revealing that she was,
unsurprisingly, wearing black panties. She winked at
me.
"Sorry that it won't be getting any clearer just yet."
She adjusted an imaginary halo.
"Ya know, I think I could get used to Jen being drunk,"
Jason chuckled as I leaned forward, everything going
into spin again and almost making me fall over. "So
long as you're not being a bitch, that is."
"Bite me, tattoo boy," Jen said, and I could hear her
grin.
"Just tell me where and how hard."
"Holy crap..." I muttered. I had a hand out to keep
myself up, but I had a feeling it wasn't going to be
enough, which got me laughing. "This is going to suck."
"So does that mean we can take advantage of you now and
you won't remember it tomorrow?" Sara asked innocently,
patting my ass a few times.
"Hell yeah!" Jen cried.
That got me laughing again, which made everything start
moving again, and I had to hold myself up on both arms
to keep from falling over. I hung my head and closed my
eyes to regain my balance, and once I had that back, I
blinked at the vibrator a few times to bring it into
focus.
"Ok, damn it," I said, grabbing hold of the vib. "Let's
see if I can do this without falling over." I set it
spinning as Kit spoke.
"Too bad we ain't playin' strip twister," he said,
"'cause then you'd have an excuse for fallin' over."
Now that DID get me to fall over, laughing too hard.
Somehow I managed to not land on the vib, and I reached
over and hit him on one of his legs.
"Fuck you, bitch," I said, unable to move more than
that, still laughing too hard to do so.
"Hell no! That's Jen and Sara's job, man. And hey! You
got Sara. What'll it be, girl?"
"The lesser of two evils?" Sara said as I climbed back
into a relatively stable sitting position. "Jesus.
Um..." She was absently stroking a finger along her
pussy slit, I noticed. "This is the worst possible
setup, you know."
"Truth or dare, m'dear?" Jen crooned, laying her head
on Kit's shoulder.
Sara whined and dropped her gaze to the floor in front
of her.
"Truth," she said quietly, then moved her hand from her
pussy and downed the last of her drink. "And I'm out of
drink. That's not fair."
My mind, apparently, had disengaged completely, because
I could think of nothing to ask her for truth. Watching
her stroke herself had been too distracting.
"Lose the pants, sexy," Jen said, and she grinned and
blew a kiss at me when I looked over. "Maybe I'll lose
the rest of mine if you do." She winked.
I laughed, then fell backward as I fumbled with getting
my pants off. The world rocked dangerously when I did
that, and I just lay there for a few seconds, waiting
for everything to stop moving enough that I could move
again.
"Fuck..." I breathed, holding onto my pants. I shut my
eyes, lifted my ass off the floor, and shoved my pants
down, only to discover that closing my eyes made
matters worse. I opened them again and looked down at
Sara, who was yanking my pants the rest of the way off.
"God, this sucks. I think I'll just stay here for a
while."
I laughed and looked over at Sara again. She was
flushed, but whether that was from the alcohol or
embarrassment at the vib having stopped on her on my
spin I had no idea. Not that it mattered. She was
holding one elbow while the fingers of her other hand
circled one of her nipples, and I had an image of her
meeting me in the entryway of her place on the day we
ended up fucking for the first time. Or the first
several times, actually. Inspiration right there.
"First sexual experience with someone else, in detail,"
I said, grinning.
Chapter 13
"I..." she groaned, squeezing her breast and frowning.
"God. That was so long ago. Um..." She dropped her gaze
to the floor again, crossing her arms under her
breasts. "I was... um... I think I'd just turned ten,
so Kim was still seven. We didn't have air conditioning
where we lived then, it was a duplex that got sun all
day because there weren't any trees, so we only wore
our panties to bed. Lots of blackberry bushes, but no
trees."
"Wait, wait," Kit said, but it was Jen's whimper that
got me to turn my attention back that way. He was
pinching her nipples hard enough to make his fingers
turn white, and she was gripping tight to his wrists
while he twisted them back and forth. "Your first time
was with your sister?"
That was when I realized I'd brought up something that
shouldn't have been, and Sara's indecisive combination
of, "I..." and "Um..." was all the answer that Kit's
question really needed. She didn't seem able to come up
with an effective, "Yes, but..." solution, and my mind
was trying to follow half a dozen different tangents at
the same time, none of them effectively, thanks to the
alcohol. Mostly now I was curious, and my mind
conjuring visions of them twined together in the dark
in some fashion wasn't helping any.
"Jesus!" Jen cried, prying Kit's hands away from her
breasts, panting. She bit one of his fingers before
dropping her hands down and pulling her panties off as
she spun around to face him, giving us all a brief view
of her pussy, revealing she kept herself trimmed. She
shoved him onto his back and climbed on top of him,
kissing him hard, which she broke only long enough to
say, "Enough of that, boy. I've waited long enough."
She raised her hips and reached between them so she
could position him as she kissed him again, then
impaled herself, shaking and moaning as she started
grinding.
"NOW it's official," Jason said, and I flopped my head
back around. "Game's up! Time to retire and leave them
to their bunny fuck." He raised his glass and blearily
peered at what little of his drink he had left. "I say
we should meet the sunrise together. So much more fun
that way." He laughed and downed the last of his
tequila, slammed the glass down on the lamp stand, and
climbed to his feet, swaying and almost falling back
onto his ass again before catching himself. "Nothing
like a good buzz and beautiful, nekkid women to put you
in a good mood."
"You're sharing the bed, mister," Sara said, smiling
mischeviously and eyeing both me and Jason. "I want a
threesome."
"Well hey, that just tops off the evening, doesn't it?"
He laughed and leaned over, holding his hand out to me.
"Get up, guy. We gotta fuck your girlfriend senseless!"
"Good luck!" I laughed, grabbing hold of his hand. He
pulled me up and the room disappeared in a massive
blur. Was I falling? I couldn't tell, and it felt like
half an hour before I was able to focus again. Jen's
moans as she rode Kit seemed somehow unholy, and I
shivered. "Holy fucking hell..."
"You all right, man?"
"I... don't think so." Everytime I moved, I felt like I
was falling over. Maybe I was. Who knows. How many
hours had it been since Jason's question?
"Coffee," Sara said, and I turned slowly toward her,
putting all my focus into being able to look at her
straight. She was swaying slightly, undoing her bra.
She'd already lost her panties somewhere.
"Energy drink," Jason countered. "Caffiene to the
rescue!" He turned me toward him and pointed at me.
"You. Stay there. If you pass out, I won't be held
responsible for Sara raping you while you're out." And
then he was gone, only to reappear what seemed a second
later, holding a blue can in front of me. "Red Bull,"
he intoned, his voice high. "It gives you wiiiiings!"
Whatever conversation followed between him and Sara was
lost, as I tried to read the can.
"Red Bull?" Or at least I think that's what I said.
Obviously it wasn't.
"Red Bool!" Jason laughed, and slapped an arm around
me. "Sara, get your hot little ass over here. I think
you're the only one of us sober enough to open this
without dropping the fool thing, and this boy needs a
picker upper or he's out. Out, man! Out! No bed fun
there."
"Man," Sara said, purring. "He's my man. No boy, I can
tell you that." She grabbed my dick and squeezed, then
began pulling slowly. I hadn't thought I was still
hard, though the feel of her hand on me went in and out
of my awareness, just like everything else at the
moment. "Where's that can, J?"
And then she opened my mouth, the can was shoved
against it, and then it was tilted, dumping the tart
nastiness of the stuff down my throat. I sputtered and
coughed when it was about gone, wiped my mouth with the
back of my hand, and shivered.
"Gah," I coughed. "Just the taste of that stuff is
enough to wake you up. Man, that shit is nasty."
"Bedroom, lover."
Sara bit my lip as Jason draped an arm around her
shoulder, and we see-sawed down the hall, me making
faces trying to get rid of the after taste of the Red
Bull. We stopped in front of Jason's bedroom, but the
door was closed, and we stared at it stupidly for
several seconds before remembering that Kim and Cindy
were in there.
"I have a sneaking suspicion Cindy wouldn't be happy if
we interrupted," Jason said, swaying toward me and Sara
before turning to face back down the hall and calling
to Jen. "We're taking over your room, Jen. Our lesbian
friends have taken over mine."
No response from Jen, of course, since we could clearly
see she and Kit had traded places, Kit fucking into her
like some long haired machine. She had her legs up over
his shoulders and was digging into his shoulders with
her nails as she shook and panted and moaned.
"That must be a, "Go right ahead"," I said and laughed,
turning around with Sara and shuffling into Jen's room.
The place was a hazard for someone drunk, but the three
of us managed to get to the bed with little mishap, and
Sara and I locked mouths while Jason went straight for
eating her out and Sara grabbed hold of my dick.
Chapter 14
"Wait, wait," I said, pulling away from kissing Sara
and shoving Jason away from her pussy as Sara started
to shake.
"What!?" she panted, squeezing hard on my dick and
moaning in frustration.
"Cindy's dare." I grinned, biting her lip. "Get on me
while Jason eats you. And I want to hear the rest of
what you were going to say about your first time."
"Hey now," Jason quipped. "That's a good idea."
Sara whimpered but shoved me onto my back anyway, and I
scooted up the bed so I could half sit against the
wall. She swung one leg over me and grabbed my cock,
sinking completely onto me in a single, fast movement.
She started shaking, and I felt her pussy squeezing,
with small spasms as she relaxed and tensed again to
keep from cumming. I had to do the same, or I would
have myself. Of course, going in and out of focus
probably helped me with that.
"Get her clit, J," I said, reaching around Sara and
grabbing her breasts, starting to play with her
nipples. "She's going to cum."
"Excellent," he grinned and shoved Sara back against
me, latching onto her clit again with his mouth. Sara
grabbed my hands and clenched hard, a long, low moan
coming out of her, interspersed with shots of, "Fuck."
and, "Oh god.", and then she was cumming, her pussy
clutching my dick so hard it hurt. I bit the back of
her neck, pinching her nipples hard and twisting them
between my fingers while she came, and her trembling
and cries gradually subsided.
"Wrong hole, sexy," I said when she was coherent again,
sucking on her earlobe.
"I know," she panted, struggling into a sitting
position and forcing Jason away from her clit. She gave
a slow purr, and then just sat for a second, her head
down. "Wanted to get you wet first. Didn't want to get
ass fucked dry."
"T'wouldn't have been a problem, girl," Jason laughed,
running his fingers over his chin to wipe away her
juices.
"Asses don't lubricate, smart ass." She ground against
me, squeezing again, and I put my hands under her ass.
"I'm getting there! Just gimme a sec, love."
She swatted my hands away and I moved them to her hips
as she lifted up and reached down with one hand,
grabbing hold of me and positioning me before slowly
sinking back down. There was a lot more pressure
entering her ass than there ever had been with her
pussy, and she rode up and down several times before I
was fully in her. I'd been tensed to keep from cumming
since she'd hit the half way point, but she didn't stop
when she finally bottomed, instead starting to grind
and squeeze again. That put me over, her ass muscles
gripping tighter than I think her pussy ever could, and
I grabbed her hips even harder, pressing her down on me
as I arched into her. She drew in a sharp breath and
gasped as she felt me cumming, dropping a hand to her
clit and working it hard and fast, cumming again
herself a few seconds later.
"Looks like someone likes getting ass fucked," Jason
said, pushing Sara back against me again and spreading
her legs wider.
She nodded, breathless, but still managed, "Came in me.
Good. Need more." before dragging Jason on top. "Fuck
me, too."
"Gladly."
Jason grinned and settled his knees as he ducked down
and bit at her throat, Sara grabbing my hands and
planting them on her breasts. She let out a long moan
as Jason slid into her and I started on her nipples as
she dropped her arms back to support herself on her
elbows. Jason and I started fucking her at the same
time, except I couldn't do more than short strokes
because of my position. It was enough, though, Sara
starting to cum again after only a few from each of us,
even harder than she had before, and Jason locked her
in a kiss to muffle her, still moving in her. Not that
I could, 'cause her ass just squeezed too hard for me
to be able to. Not that I cared, 'cause it felt
incredible, and I started fucking her again when I
could move again.
Or at least I thought I was. The alcohol was really
starting its final kick up, and I felt like most of my
strength was gone. Not that it really mattered, since
Sara rocking her hips was doing the job just fine.
She shoved Jason away from her mouth after a minute,
gasping in a deep breath and dropping her head back,
breathing hard and moaning even louder, crying out and
mumbling incoherently as she went into another orgasm.
She rolled her head toward me as she collapsed, not
having the strength any more to keep herself up, and I
moved one hand up to her face, kissing her hard while I
slid my other hand down to her clit. That sent her off
again, and that was enough to make both Jason and me
cum, too. Sara whimpered and moaned into my mouth, and
I could tell she was about to pass out from overload.
Which registered only distantly, 'cause I think that
was about when I passed out myself, Red Bull be damned.
Sara was saying something, but it was too dim for me to
remember what it was.
Chapter 15
Sara was curled around me when I woke up in the
morning. Jen had apparently joined us at some point,
and she and Jason were tangled together, Jason with a
hand on one of Jen's breasts and Jen with a hand on
Jason's crotch. That was mildly amusing, and I imagine
they had both been too drunk to realize what they were
doing when they'd collapsed like that. I had a distant
head ache, so I just lay there, partly with the intent
of satisfying my curiousity about what Jen and Jason
would do when they woke up themselves. That and I
didn't want to wake Sara yet, since I could tell she
was still a long way from doing it herself.
It was probably half an hour later that Sara started to
stir, and Cindy peeked in not long after that. I looked
over at Cindy and saw she was dressed, though she was
wearing Kim's top instead of her own. I waved a hand at
her, kind of a good morning sort of thing, and she gave
a brief smile, then surveyed the floor before making
the expedition to the bed side. She settled behind Sara
and leaned over the both of us, wrapping an arm around
us and resting her head on Sara's arm. She studied Jen
and Jason for a minute, then looked at me.
"Five bucks says that whichever of them wakes up first
gives the other a squeeze," she whispered, barely loud
enough for me to hear her.
I glanced at the two again and gave an amused snort,
then looked back to Cindy.
"I don't think we need to put any bets on that at all,"
I whispered back. "They'd do it just to get a
reaction."
"You're probably right."
I could tell she had something on her mind, but she was
still looking at Jen and Jason. I turned a bit and
lifted my free hand to her cheek. That got her to look
at me, but it was brief.
"What's up?"
She just shook her head, grasping my hand with hers and
lifting it so she could kiss my palm.
"I'll be in the kitchen when you're able," was all she
said, glancing at me before placing a light kiss on
Sara's shoulder, then climbing off the bed and leaving
the room.
"What do you think is wrong?" Sara asked after a
minute, a groggy whisper.
I shrugged, turning over to face her, and she pressed
against me, dozing.
"Seems like there's always something wrong with her."
Sara made a small, indefinite sound to that. "Probably
something came up last night with Kim. Or the game. Or
whatever. Suppose I should go talk with her."
"Hm. You should. You should get cleaned up first,
though, considering where you were last night. We'll
have to do that again. I loved it."
Where I was last night? It took me a few seconds to
remember, and I laughed a bit. Except now that I wasn't
drunk out of my gourd, I was having second thoughts
about having another threesome. Or at least one with
another guy, anyway. Not that I thought Jason was going
to steal Sara, or that Sara would leave me for him, but
apparently I was a little possessive. After all, she'd
said, numerous times, that she was mine and belonged to
me. My sex slave. Although that brought up the
beginnings for some ideas, but I'd have to think about
them later.
"The ass fuck or the threesome?"
"Both," she smiled, moving forward and giving me a
kiss. "Preferably at the same time again."
"We'll have to talk about that." I lightly bit her lip
and gave her ass a squeeze. "I'm going to go see what's
up with Cindy, k?" She nodded and gave me another kiss.
"Think you can keep an eye on Jen and Jason there?
Looks like they could be getting a bit naughty when
they wake up."
"Hm? How so?"
I just kissed her again and got up, and her amused hum
told me she'd seen just how Jen and Jason were tangled.
Chapter 16
Kit was half-sprawled on the sofa, a blanket tossed
haphazardly on top of him when I came out of the
bathroom, and Kim was zoned in front of the tv, playing
a game. She was wearing Cindy's panties and her own
top, but nothing else.
"Hoping to get lucky?" I asked her, and she glanced at
me before returning her attention to the game.
"Have," was all she said in answer to that. "Would
still be, but Cindy wanted to talk with you and sis.
She's in the kitchen."
"I know."
I spotted my discarded underwear and pants and pulled
them on before heading into the kitchen, where Cindy
was sitting at the table. She had a glass of iced
coffee and was leafing through a tattoo magazine, but
didn't bother looking at me. I leaned over her and
wrapped my arms around her shoulders, settling my cheek
against hers.
"Please don't make this hard," she said quietly,
raising her hands and placing them over mine.
"You're second guessing yourself again, aren't you?"
"I always am. You should know that by now."
I pulled back some and looked at her, then turned her
toward me.
"What is it this time?" I asked gently.
She just shook her head and stood, wrapping her arms
around my neck and holding against me. I put my arms
around her waist and did the same, her face pressed
against my shoulder, and we held like that for a few
minutes before she said anything.
"Did I do anything wrong last night? Jen was pretty
pissy."
I shook my head and said, "She's like that a lot, but
usually after work. She doesn't like her job."
"Most people don't. Me included."
"Is that what's bothering you?" She shook her head
again but didn't say anything. "So what is?"
Not that she answered, just pulled away and looked at
me, running one hand over my cheek.
"Do you have a headache? I made coffee earlier. It will
help."
"Are you going to talk with me?"
I was starting to get annoyed with this, and I didn't
want to be annoyed with her when she was in this sort
of mood. It wouldn't have gone over well at all, and I
think she saw that, because she gave a small nod and
turned away, heading over to the coffee maker. She
poured a cup of the stuff and spiked it with a shot of
Kahlua, then nodded me toward the back door. I followed
her, and she had me sit on the back step, then settled
in front of me after giving me the coffee. She leaned
back against me and I slipped my free arm around her,
her taking my hand and putting it on her breast. I felt
her nipple press into my palm, and I squeezed a little
while I waited for her to talk.
"Why do you want me?" she asked after a few minutes,
putting her hands over mine and stopping my massage of
her breast. "All you ever see of me is complaining and
break downs."
I looked down at her and set the coffee aside, then put
my other arm around her.
"But there's also your desire to be better, and you
don't want to repeat what you've been through, so
you're trying to be a friend and gain friendship."
"I don't feel like that balances out."
"Sometimes it doesn't. But that doesn't mean you're
like that all the time, does it?"
She was quiet for a time, running her fingers over my
hand, and I let her think.
"Sometimes it doesn't feel like you're so much younger
than me. You scare me sometimes with how mature you
are. You and Sara both. More than I am." She turned her
face and pressed it against my arm, clutching the other
side of it with her hand as she sniffled. "I wish I
could have found someone like you years ago. Or more
than just the one, anyway. I think I could have avoided
a lot of the shit I've been through if I'd had better
people around. Could have avoided so much of this
pain."
"Maybe. But why dwell on it?"
"Because it's made me who I am, and I don't want to be
who I am anymore. I want to be someone else. I get so
tired of dealing with me all the time. You have no
idea. You really don't."
"Are you willing to let me?"
I really have no idea why I asked that, especially
since I didn't have much of an idea of what exactly I
was meaning. I don't know if Cindy did, either, for
that matter, because she didn't answer immediately.
"I want to try," she said after a minute. "But I don't
know how. I've never had any real friends, other than
my sister. I don't know what it means to have that, or
even how to handle that. Trying to learn something like
that second hand is a piss poor way to go about it,
'cause it just doesn't work. You don't... you don't get
any of the inner stuff, ya know, when you watch other
people who are friends. Or maybe that's just a break in
my head, that I can't understand that and have people
close to me."
I turned her and tilted her face up to mine, cupping my
hand against her cheek, stopping her from looking away.
"But you're still able to love, aren't you?"
She only looked at me, and then pursed her lips. When
she turned away, I let her.
"I don't know, Mike. I don't know. I'm not sure I even
know what that is, anymore. Even with Aaron, it's..."
She sighed and wiped a hand across her eyes. "I don't
know. I like him, and my affection for him is..." She
spread her hands in a vague, frustrated attempt to say
what she couldn't with words, and then dropped them
into her lap, sighing again. "But I don't... I don't
know if I love him. I don't know if I can love anymore.
I feel like that was beaten out of me when I was...
when I was fucked up and stupid. Now I'm just fucked
up."
"Should I argue that?" I asked, turning her back to
facing me, and she shook her head.
"No. You don't have the character to be a good liar.
And I don't want to argue right now. I just... I don't
know. I just need to talk, I guess. Talk and... other
things," she added, dragging my hand back to her
breast, and she looked at me again.
"Are you feeling any better?"
"I'll be ok."
We looked at each other over that, me pondering if I
should call her on her non-answer or just let it be. I
eventually decided it was better to just let it go, and
nodded, giving her a gentle hug that was awkward only
because of the weird angle, and she brushed her lips
over mine in a light kiss.
"Sara's the only woman you've been with, isn't she?"
"Not unless you count a threesome with Kim, but I
didn't fuck Kim."
"Did you do anything to Kim?"
"Just her nipples."
"Then you haven't been with her." She traced her
fingertips down my cheek and throat, which started me
getting hard. "Would it be too much to ask if I could
be your second?"
I blinked, and that surprised, anticipatory thrill went
through my gut, the sort of thrilled tightness that
hits you when you've just discovered that the one you
have a crush on also has a crush on you. Of course, I
hadn't seriously thought about having sex with her, or
even of doing anything sexual with her, for that
matter, but I can't argue that I found her attractive,
despite her moodiness.
"It wouldn't be too much, no," I answered, running my
hand over her cheek to the back of her neck. For some
reason I had absolutely no idea how to go about being
sexual with her, so I was feeling tentative. Or maybe I
was just picking that up from Cindy. "Can I ask
something, though?"
She made a yes sound and dropped her hand to my crotch,
undoing my pants and adjusting my erection. That almost
made me forget what I wanted to ask, especially when
she grabbed me through my underwear and moved in to
kiss again. I stopped her with a finger over her mouth,
and she kissed my finger instead.
"What caused the mood?"
"Too many things, and I don't want to talk about them
right now. I just need a good, slow fuck, and Sara and
Kim don't have cocks."
"Sara has a fake one," I chuckled.
"That you got her, I know. But it's not the same. It
doesn't feel the same. And it doesn't cum like you can,
and I need that right now. Please."
She squeezed my dick for emphasis, and I leaned down,
giving her a slow kiss and running a hand down and
hiking her skirt up - what little there was of her
skirt, anyway - to get at her pussy. She wasn't wearing
her panties, and I discovered she was already soaked.
My fingers slid along her slit without any friction at
all, and I started on her clit, rubbing hard. She
leaned in for another kiss, driving her tongue into my
mouth and moaning low in her throat, clutching her
fingers into my hair.
"Please tell me this means yes," she breathed when she
pulled back, but only far enough that our lips had
parted.
She was studying my eyes, and I dipped a pair of
fingers into her as I pulled her closer, holding her
against me. She spread her legs as we kissed again and
I started working her clit with my thumb while finger
fucking her, causing her to moan and squeeze me harder,
pulling toward her pussy. I stopped when I felt her
squeeze my fingers in her, and she growled, breaking
the kiss and biting at my shoulder.
"How long do you want to take?" I asked, biting the
side of her throat.
"How long do we have?"
"Time enough for love." I brushed my lips over hers.
"Then love me. Please."
Chapter 17
We stripped as we made our way back to Jason's room,
Cindy having an avid audience in Kim, who was looking
hopeful. Kit was still passed out. Cindy shook her head
at Kim as she looked back and forth between the two of
us, so she went back to her game, and Cindy pressed
against me as we started down the hall. She draped her
arms around my neck as I slid my arms around her waist,
gripping her ass, and she jumped as I did, wrapping her
legs around me and grinding against my erection,
slicking me with her juices.
"I don't want foreplay," she whispered, grabbing the
door and swinging it closed as we passed through. "Just
love me slowly. I want it to last. I want to cum
together."
I tilted forward onto the bed and we landed without
mishap, which was a minor miracle. I drew my knees up
and planted them, and we scooted up further, mouths
locked together as we kissed, teasing each others
tongues, and I settled my dick in the slit of her
pussy, rocking against her. She whimpered even as she
matched me, drawing her nails down my back and
tightening her legs around my waist to press harder
against me.
"Don't tease," she gasped, turning away from the kiss.
"God, please. Don't tease. I'm already close. I want
you in me. Need you in me. Fuck me. Please. I need it."
"You said slow," I said into her ear, and nibbled her
earlobe.
She grabbed my head and pulled me up so she could look
at me, holding my face in her hands. She kissed me
hard, biting and sucking on my lip as she tightened her
legs around me even more.
"Fuck me. Please. I'll get rough if you don't. I don't
want to hurt you. Please. Be in me. I need you in me. I
need to be filled. I need to feel you cum in me.
Please."
Fuck her or have her get rough and angry? Tough choice,
that. I lifted away from her, catching and holding her
in a kiss as I reached between us to position my dick,
then slid slowly into her. She whimpered as I did,
digging her nails into the backs of my shoulders, which
I didn't notice as she squeezed my cock with her pussy,
hard enough that it seemed I could feel every little
ridge of her muscles. When she let up, I pulled back
until only the head of my dick was still in her, then
back in, just as slowly. She squeezed just as hard as
before, a delightful non-friction tightness that was
driving me toward orgasm faster than I expected,
fucking her so slowly, and she tilted her head back to
get out of the kiss, letting out a long, shuddery,
"ohgod..."
"Close..." she gasped, gripping me tighter with her
arms and arching up as I slid into her a third time. I
stopped there, and she cried out in frustration,
grinding against me and grabbing my face, eyes burning
as she trembled beneath me.
"Don't. Stop," she said through clenched teeth,
breathing heavily.
"Are you close?"
"Right. There. Don't. Stop."
"Good."
I grabbed her face and held her, sealing her mouth with
mine with the deepest kiss I could manage, tangling my
tongue around hers as I started fucking her hard and
fast. She moaned loudly, trying to pull away from my
mouth, but I held her, fighting not to cum as she
squeezed me even harder than before. She was breathing
frantically and squirming, digging her nails into my
shoulders enough that I actually did notice now, and I
couldn't hold back any more. I broke the kiss and
dropped my face down to press into her neck, clutching
at her shoulders.
"Cum now," I said, and then bit her shoulder.
I managed two more strokes before we both came. She
gasped in a deep breath, tightening her entire body
against mine, and then arched up, going rigid against
me as she ground her pussy hard onto me, and I pressed
as deep into her as I could. She managed gasping moans
every time she spasmed on me, almost hard enough that
my own climax was stopped, but they were off just
enough that hers would let up just as mine hit.
She growled deeply as I started fucking her again even
before I'd finished cumming, gasping in deep breaths
and rocking her hips to match my fucking while she
moaned out random "Fuck me."s and "Yes."s between moans
and growls. Good trick for staying hard, that one, and
I lifted my head from her shoulder back to her mouth,
and we kissed again, a hard, passionate wrestling of
lips and tongues. She was cumming again a few seconds
later, having wrapped her arms and legs further around
me to hold even tighter to me even as she arched and
rolled her head back and out of the kiss again.
I bit the side of her neck as she came, shifting my
knees up to the level of her hips so I'd have better
leverage to keep going, and she started to squeeze her
pussy on me again. It didn't work quite as well as it
did the first time, since I'd just cum, but it did get
me there a lot faster. Not before she'd cum again
herself, though. She was starting to squirm under me
and shake her head side to side, and I managed to get
hold of her face again to stop her, catching her in
another kiss. I tightened my own grip on her as I got
closer to orgasm, a sign she obviously recognized,
because she started squeezing my dick even harder, but
now in time with my strokes, starting to squeeze as I
slammed back into her and letting up as I bottomed out.
I had to break the kiss as I came, dropping back to her
shoulder again and biting, and I shoved as deep into
her as I could while she shivered and whimpered under
me, running her hands down my back. I felt a wet
stickiness trailing under her fingers, but that was
buried under orgasm and her continuing to squeeze.
There was no way I was going to be able to keep going
after this one, since I was starting to shake now, and
I slowly relaxed against her, kissing up her neck back
to her mouth. We kissed gently for a few minutes, Cindy
letting out contented hums, and she eventually pushed
me back a bit, a finger over my lips as she smiled.
"I see why Sara's so hot for you," she said, and it
took me a few seconds to recognize her tone as
serenity, since it was so much calmer than anything I'd
ever heard from her. She kissed me again, gently.
"Thank you for this."
I returned her kiss and asked, "This isn't going to
cause problems for you, is it?"
"Between us?" She shook her head. "Why would it?"
"I meant you and Aaron. You wouldn't have gotten me
here if I had a problem with this happening."
She mm'ed and gave me another kiss, then shook her head
again.
"He knows how I am, and we have an open relationship.
He won't mind. He's done the same thing a few times
since we've been together, but I think we're each
other's main, by now, since we're always coming back to
each other more often than not."
"What about Kim?"
"Nothing that can't be resolved. Though you and her
have a lot you need to talk about."
"I know."
She shook her head and fixed her gaze on mine,
adjusting her legs around my waist.
"No, you don't. You don't know. There's a lot of things
you and Kim need to talk about, and it's not all about
Sara."
"What do you mean?"
"You'll have to talk with her yourself. I promised I
wouldn't do it for her. I'm just giving you a heads
up." She locked her legs around my hips again, shifting
under me. "But we should get up and shower. I don't
want to lie in my puddle anymore. Give me a kiss and
pull out slowly, ok?"
"And if I don't want to pull out?" I grinned, grinding
against her.
She hummed and bit at my lip.
"Then you'd best get that dick of yours hard again,
mister, 'cause you're not doing much right now to
distract me from my puddle."
I glanced over at the clock, then winced sharply and
growled as Cindy dragged her fingers over the holes
she'd gouged in my back. I gritted my teeth and drew in
a deep breath while she frowned, gingerly tracing her
fingers over my skin.
"Ok. Maybe no more fun for now. It's time to shower and
clean up. I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm really not."
"I wouldn't think you would be," I laughed.
I gave her a slow kiss as I pulled out, and she
whimpered as I did, managing to at least keep from
digging her fingers into my back again. I kissed her
again, and she shoved me up and away, smiling as she
rolled away and out of her puddle, sitting up.
"Turn around," she directed, motioning, and I did. "Oh
god. Shower's going to suck for you, hon. Now I really
am sorry."
She moved forward and lightly placed her hands on my
arms, kissing the back of my neck, and I looked over my
shoulder at her.
"You put holes in me that bad?"
She gave an embarassed smile and looked down.
"I couldn't help it."
I laughed and stood, turning to her and pulling her off
the bed to me, putting my arms around her waist and
holding her.
"You're going to clean it, then."
She nodded and kissed me, and we headed to the
bathroom.
Chapter 18
She was right. I had crescent shaped gouges in my back
now, one of them still bleeding when I saw them before
getting into the shower, and the salt from my sweat
made them sting like a bitch when it washed into them.
Cindy moved into the cascade of water once she had me
cleaned, and I did the same to her, although I wasn't
in any hurry to be done with her. I slid a pair of
fingers into her and started working her clit with my
thumb as she lifted one leg and set her foot on the
edge of the tub. She grabbed my arms and squeezed,
dropping her head back onto my shoulder and letting out
a moan as she gasped. I kissed her throat while I
slowly finger fucked her, and she spread her legs more.
"Do you mind a question?" I asked, pressing my fingers
as deep as I could get them and holding them there,
only working her clit when I felt her pussy starting to
tense.
"What?" she gasped, turning her head to look at me and
squeezing my arms harder.
I gave her a deep kiss and wiggled my fingers in her,
which made her rock her hips and squeeze her pussy on
them. I slipped my free arm further around her to hold
her closer against me as she let go of my arms and
turned to face me, wrapping her arms around my neck so
we could kiss more easily. I added a third finger and
started finger fucking her again, faster and harder as
she growled and tightened her arms around me, slumping
as her orgasm hit, hanging on me to stay upright. I
didn't stop, and she dropped her face against my neck,
biting my shoulder and whimpering even as she spread
her legs as wide as she could. She bit harder when she
came again, writhing against me with each wave of her
climax and breathing heavily.
"Stop," she gasped as she was coming down. "Stop. Oh
god stop. Enough."
I did, and she clung to me, breathing hard and doing
her best to stay standing. She swallowed hard and
dropped her foot back to the floor of the shower,
squeezing her legs together and pulling her hips back,
forcing my fingers out of her.
"Jesus Christ..." she breathed. "I don't know if I
agree with your cleaning methods. Damn fun, but they
just make the mess worse."
She brought my fingers up to her mouth and sucked on
them, then gave them to me. I laughed and sucked her
juices off, then kissed her.
"That's not a complaint, is it?"
"Oh hell no!" She laughed. "But I won't let you clean
me anymore right now. The water's starting to run cold,
and I really hate cold showers. Keep your hands away
from anywhere naughty and ask your question, mister."
She turned to face the shower, lifting her other leg
this time, and started cleaning herself. I put my hands
on her hips and ran them up and down her sides while
she did.
"Is sex how you show your love for someone?" I asked,
then kissed the back of her neck.
She stopped her cleaning and lifted her head, turning a
bit to look at me. Her posture changed, too, though I
couldn't explain how. Apparently I'd hit a bit close to
home. I stopped my hands, too.
"What do you mean?" And there was that edge to her
voice, the opening of her anger.
"I'm just curious. I'm not trying to start anything."
"God damnit." She dropped her foot and spun toward me,
and we locked gazes. "Do not fuck with me. What do you
mean?"
I moved my hands from her hips to her arms, sliding
them down to hold her hands. She squeezed them rather
than shove them away, which was good. She wasn't
entirely mad, then. Just about to be.
"It just seems like you use sex as a way of getting
close to people, the people you want to be close to,
like giving them sex is going to make them love you
back."
We looked at each other for a few seconds, and I
gripped her hands tighter when she started to drop them
out of mine. Her anger had washed away like it had
never been there at all.
"Don't tell me what we just did was just because you-"
"I wouldn't do that, Cindy," I cut in. I had to, else
she was going to start rollercoastering. "I wouldn't. I
do like you. Don't you go starting thinking that us
fucking has anything to do with me feeling sorry for
you or anything like that. Don't."
"I'm not a slut, then, for sleeping with all of you?
I'm not a bad person for doing that?"
I just shook my head and pulled her against me, but she
shoved back.
"No. I need to finish cleaning. I hate cold showers."
She turned away again and turned the water all the way
over to hot to get the last of it, then finished
cleaning. I just pressed against her, slipping my arms
around her stomach and holding her until she was done,
and we stood like that for a minute once the water was
off.
"Are you using me?" she asked, turning back to face me.
"Why would I be using you?" I returned, furrowing my
brow at her.
"I mean you three. Not just you."
"Why would we be?"
She just looked at me, then shook her head, drawing
open the shower curtain and stepping out.
"I don't know. I'm just thinking too much now, being
stupid."
I followed her out of the shower and grabbed her again.
"Well don't. Don't question what we just did, or what
you do with Sara or Kim. It's not bad or wrong or
anything."
"Not questioning is what got me stuck in a situation
where I was tied up and gang raped, Mike. I trusted
people too much, and it..." She screwed her face up in
a grimace and pulled in a deep breath, pinching the
bridge of her nose. "It burned me so god damn hard. I
want to trust you three, I really do, but you have to
understand that it's not easy for me to do that
anymore." She drew in a deep breath and snatched a
towel off the rack. "Oh, god damn my moods. I didn't
want to leave like this. I wanted to stay in that happy
zone you'd put me in when we fucked."
I waited until she was done drying her hair, then
ducked in when she flipped back up, catching her in a
kiss. She made a negatory sound, but didn't try
stopping me, and I cupped her face with one hand,
lightly rubbing her cheek with my thumb as I moved up
against her. I settled my other hand on her waist and
held her, continuing the kiss until she dropped her
face from mine and wrapped her arms around my neck,
holding onto me.
"You are loved," I said quietly into her ear, lightly
running one hand along her back.
"Honestly?"
"Honestly."
She pulled back enough that she could look at me,
studying me.
"You are welcome with us," I said, lifting a hand and
brushing her hair behind her ear.
"I'm not a problem?"
"If you ever are, we'll tell you. But if we didn't like
you or want to give you a chance, we wouldn't have kept
talking with you after what happened with Kim, would
we?"
She was quiet a moment, thinking, and then said, "No, I
suppose not. I never thought of that. Haven't had much
experience with that, people coming back after I've
been stupid."
"You're part of the group if you're willing to be."
She gave a small laugh and smile, then hugged me.
"Thank you. You have no idea how much that means to me,
people willing to accept me as I am." She pulled away
and dropped a hand to my crotch, grabbing my dick with
one hand and squeezing. "Now get dressed before you
start getting me distracted."
Chapter 19
Cindy was done dressing before I was, mainly because
half her clothes were near at hand and mine were strewn
all over the place. I had a hell of a time trying to
find my underwear, because I had absolutely no
recollection of where or when it had been removed. I
vaguely remembered taking my pants off in the living
room, and that they had been taken off after my shirt
and shoes and socks, but after that was mostly a blur.
I eventually found them in Jen's room on her bed, Sara
lying on top of them.
I grabbed them, added them to the rest of my clothes,
then brought them with me as I followed Sara to the
shower after we'd waited about ten minutes for the
water to reheat.
"I heard things with Cindy seemed to go ok," she said,
fine tuning the water temperature while I squeezed her
ass. She grabbed my hands and turned, then put them
back on her ass as she pressed up against me. "What'd
she want to talk about?"
"She was feeling moody." I shrugged. "Like she didn't
belong here or wasn't wanted. I think I managed to ease
her mind for now, for the most part, but I don't know
how long that'll last. She swings back and forth so
much."
Sara nodded and moved into the shower, closing the
curtain only enough to keep the water from splashing
out. I sat on the toilet and watched her.
"Is she going to be ok?"
"I don't know. You'd probably have a better idea than I
do if it's going to stick, since you seem to understand
her better. I managed to get her out of her little
funk, but I really don't know if it'll last."
She lifted her arms and turned, tilting her head back
and wetting her hair, and I watched the small flexings
of her muscles as she moved. She had a lot of small
bruises, bite marks looked like, I hadn't noticed
before, probably from last night.
"You really are sexy," I said, which garnered a smile
before she turned again to grab shampoo.
"Was screwing her silly what she wanted? Or was that
you?"
"She wanted that. I'd hardly say no when she actually
put my hands on her breasts and had me fondle her while
we talked out on the porch, and then was all grabby."
"Grabby?" Sara laughed, then tilted her head back again
and started washing her hair.
"Yes, grabby. Like you get when you're after my cock? I
don't really see why it matters, though."
"Because she uses sex to get close to people, but it
has to be on her terms. I think she has a hard time
connecting to people, otherwise."
"I've noticed that. I asked her about that, actually."
She tilted her head forward some and opened her eyes,
giving me a brief look.
"You shouldn't have."
"Why? She was only defensive about it until I explained
why I did. And she's said she's wanting to find herself
again, so wouldn't you think that'd be something she'd
need to understand about herself, why she does that?"
She made a small noise and turned to rinse her hair. I
waited.
"You may be right," she said once she'd finished. She
wrung the water from her hair, then lifted a leg and
started washing her pussy. "Is she still here?"
"As far as I know. Why?"
"She said she wanted to talk with both of us, didn't
she?"
"Should I go find her?"
She shook her head and grinned, looking down at my
crotch.
"You still have life in that cock of yours?"
"You already know the answer to that," I laughed,
already starting to rise, in both ways. I leaned into
the shower and pinched one of her nipples, pulling her
toward me for a kiss. "But there's not enough hot water
left to fool around. Cindy and I used it all."
"I don't care." She grabbed my hand and held it in
place, and I rolled her nipple between my fingers as
she nipped at my lip. "I can lean forward, and it'll be
on my back. I want you in my ass again and I don't want
to wait until we're back at your place or my place. Now
get in here."
She grabbed my dick and pulled, moving backward at the
same time and dragging me into the shower with her. The
water was already tepid, which was ok, since I wasn't
in it for long. I stepped right through the spray and
pressed her against the wall as she grabbed a bar of
soap, getting it wet and rolling it in her hand. I
covered her body with mine, rocking my dick against her
lower belly and squeezing one of her breasts. She
moaned and trembled as I pinched hard on her nipple,
twisting it back and forth, and she clutched at me,
biting at my shoulder as she continued to roll the soap
in her free hand.
"What's the soap for?"
"Lube," she answered, dropping it back into its tray
and pushing me back a bit to drop her soapy hand down
to my dick. She stroked me as she moved my free hand to
her other nipple. "I'm not wet enough this time to do
it that way."
"You? Not wet?" I smiled as I pinched her nipples
harder and pulled up, making her draw in a breath and
growl down in her throat, her hand squeezing hard on my
dick.
"It's your fault. You've turned me into a nympho. And
it's beside the point that I already was." I laughed as
she grinned and shuffled sideways, still working my
dick as she put herself between me and the water. "And
as soon as you let go of my nipples- Oh fuck!"
She bit at my shoulder and squeezed my dick even
harder, whimpering and shaking as I pinched her nipples
as hard as I could. I rolled them for a few seconds
before easing up, making her gasp and pant, and then I
did it again for longer until she started digging her
nails into my shoulder, perilously close to the holes
Cindy had just given me.
"They're going to be SO sensitive now," she gasped,
then shoved me back a step and turned around, pointing
her ass at me. She looked back over her shoulder and
ran her soapy hand between her ass cheeks, teasing her
fingers over her asshole. "Are you going to fuck me or
not?"
"With an invitation like that? I'd be mad not to."
She grinned and turned back around as I grabbed her
hips and scooted her back toward me. I ran one hand
around her and down to her pussy as she leaned forward
and grabbed the water knobs, working her clit as I
positioned my dick at the entrance to her ass. I didn't
slide in just yet, though. I circled my dick on her
anus and started flicking my fingers on her clit, which
prompted a hungry, impatient growl, and she rocked her
ass at me. I waited a few more seconds, then pressed
into her, slowly, and she moaned and tightened her grip
on the faucets. I leaned over her once I was completely
in her, unmindful of the now slightly less than room
temperature water, and turned her face toward mine,
biting at her lip as I flexed in her. She gasped and I
felt her ass tighten on me, and she continued to
tighten.
"Ready to cum?" I asked, getting a breathless, "Uh
huh," in response. "Cum for me, then."
I straightened, but only enough to grab her hair and
pull her head back, and I pinched her clit between my
fingers and pulled as I started fucking her ass. She
tensed and ground back against me, but that stopped
almost immediately as she started to shudder and twitch
as she came. I shifted my hand from her hair to her
mouth to muffle her, and she gave a startled cry before
starting to moan even more.
She obviously wasn't interested in delayed orgasms, so
I did what got the best reactions: short and fast
strokes. Though I'm sure it helped, too, that I was
constantly working her clit, and she was cumming again
a few seconds later, and I buried myself as deep as I
could. It was different, feeling her orgasm from in her
ass instead of her pussy, less encompassing, which was
probably also partly the different friction. Not as
wet, but tighter.
I waited until the strongest of her spasms had passed
and then started fucking her again, letting go of her
mouth and releasing her clit so I could grab her hips.
She dropped her head forward and moaned in time with my
strokes, and I planted my feet a little wider to keep
my balance as I fucked her even faster. Which,
unexpectedly, also made me cum much faster than usual.
I growled and squeezed her hips, arching forward as I
pulled her back onto me, and she trembled as I came in
her ass. I felt her own minor spasms as my orgasm
waned, and I pulled her up toward me, not pulling out
of her ass, even though I'd lost about half my hard on.
"That was definitely better not drunk," she said,
turning enough to kiss me. "And we even have enough hot
water left to not be cleaning up in an ice cold
shower."
"I blame you." I returned her kiss and lightly bit her
lip as I slid out of her ass. "You just feel too good."
"I'll take that as a compliment, mister." She handed me
the soap. "Now clean yourself."
Chapter 20
"You're just all kinds of lucky today," Jason said as I
came into the living room. "Two women in one hour?" He
slid one hand through the air in front of him, the
other flat on his chest as he sang, "Smooooooooooth
operatoooooor."
Sara and Cindy were out on the back porch, Kit had
migrated to Jen's room - from where we could all hear
the two of them going at it again - and Kim was still
playing the same game she had been when I'd seen her
earlier. Jason and I were sitting on the couch eating
left over pizza.
"That's nothing new," Kim said absently.
"Actually, it is," I corrected. "Cindy and I haven't
done anything before today."
"That's not what I meant."
"You and I haven't done anything."
Kim shrugged.
"We could if you wanted."
"That's more up to you, isn't it? You haven't really
shown any interest."
She paused the game and looked at me, giving me a look
I couldn't read. We stared at each other for a few
seconds, and she just shook her head to my, "What?"
before going back to the game. I turned to Jason as he
held up a hand, three fingers up and eyebrows raised in
a question. I just shrugged and shook my head.
"How badly drunk was everyone last night?" I asked
Jason.
"Other than you, Cindy, and Kim here? We've been worse.
Although-" he glanced at the hall, "-I'm hoping Jen was
too drunk to remember the worst clashes with your sexy
friend out with Sara. But I don't think that's going to
be the case, so I think next time she gets invited to a
party with us is going to be on a trial make-or-break
basis."
"She's not going to be happy about that."
"Jen wasn't very nice to her from the start," Kim said.
"Cindy would've been fine if she hadn't been a bitch
about everything."
Jason laughed.
"Oh, I know, and I'm going to make sure Jen knows, too.
That's why I told them to shut up or leave. They both
owe apologies, is the thing, but I know Jen doesn't
make a habit of that, and I didn't get the impression
Cindy does, either."
"She will if she has a reason."
"You'll have to give her reason, 'cause Jen almost
certainly won't."
Kim just nodded and absorbed her attention with the
game again, and we were all quiet until Sara and Cindy
came back in.
"Good talk?" I asked as they came into the living room.
"I hope your ears weren't burning too badly," Cindy
said and grinned. Sara smiled and reddened, settling
next to me on the couch.
"They are now," I laughed.
She blew me a kiss before kneeling next to Kim and
putting her arms around her. Kim dropped the controller
and turned to do the same as they kissed. Cindy gave
Kim's breasts a squeeze before standing.
"I'm going to head out. I have errands to get done,
like getting my money in the bank before they close."
"Mind if I come?" Kim asked, smiling innocently as she
snaked a hand up Cindy's calf and thigh. Cindy grinned
down at her.
"That's a very distracting way to ask, you know. I may
end up just taking you home with me."
"Yay!"
Kim bounced up and clapped, and Cindy laughed.
"I may have to, anyway, because you're wearing my
underwear." She looked at me and Sara. "Would that be a
problem?"
"As long as she calls to let mom and dad know where
she's at," Sara answered. "It should be fine, since
they know you're a friend of ours."
"I have a phone," Kim said, sticking her tongue out at
her sister. "They can call me, too, you know."
"You want the liquor I brought with me, tattoo man?"
Cindy looked at Jason. "Or should I take it home with
me?"
Jason shrugged and lifted his cup of coffee in salute.
"Up to you, pretty woman. I won't turn it down, but it
is yours."
"I'll leave it. I don't drink at home."
Jason grinned. "My thanks, ma'am."
Cindy nodded and pushed Kim in the direction of Jason's
room with a, "Go get dressed. I'll be in the car." Sara
and I followed her out, and she gave each of us a hug
and kiss while we waited for Kim.
"Thank you both, for last night, and for today. Having
you do all you've done really helped keep me from
losing it."
"I'm sure Kim deserves some of the thanks," Sara said.
"She did a lot of distracting, too."
"She did, and she got thanked for it and then some."
She laughed. "I'm really surprised she hasn't killed
you yet with how insatiable she is."
"She's only that bad with you. I'm usually the worse
one."
"Speak of the devil," I said, spying Kim as she stepped
out the front door and hopped down to us.
"I ain't no devil, Mr Man," she said, sticking her
tongue out at me, then turned to Cindy. "Ready?"
"As long as you promise to keep the groping to a
minimum until we get to my place."
Kim mock pouted, then grabbed both of Cindy's breasts
and squeezed before scurrying around to the passenger
side. Cindy just shook her head and unlocked the car.
Kim clambered in and Cindy turned back to me and Sara.
"Another time, another place? Any dates set?"
"I don't think there's anything solid," I said.
"I know at least one thing that is," Sara said, smiling
innocently, and Cindy made a pleasant sound of
agreement.
"Besides that, naughty girl."
She grinned and kissed me, and I slipped an arm around
her waist as she leaned against me.
"We'll call, I think. I think the party was the only
big plan for a while."
"Alright," Cindy said, nodding, then gave us each
another kiss. "See you two later, then."
We waved and watched them pull out, then headed back
inside to help clean and put stuff away before taking
our own leave.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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