[Fiction] The Sleepover Club

[wiz]

You really are the best. Keep the good work up!

[Memories for Life]

Good writing on this chapter....just a little surprised it ended so abruptly! Usually, you come to a conclusion with everyone going to bed and the next chapter begins on a new day. Anyway, I look forward to wherever Willie ends his day. I can only hope it will be with Brianna being humiliated soon!

[HHHobo]

Back at Brianna’s I breathed a little easier. Karen had taken the car and gone home. I only had to make it until morning to win my bet with Brianna. “Off with the clothes, Willy!” Brianna ordered.

“Time to do it again, Willy!” Libby announced. I started to grimace, but caught myself just in time.

I asked for some more Vaseline and greased myself up. “Where do you want me?” I asked of no one in particular. The girls glanced at each other and then huddled up. After a few minutes Molly emerged from the group and said, “Do it standing on the bar.”

I climbed up and started in. Masturbating while standing is more difficult than other positions. This was going to take some effort. I worked hard, but I was only growing slightly longer.

“He needs some music,” Rachel suggested. Brianna went to the stereo and put on a CD with an extremely strong beat. “Dance while you jerk the monkey,” she ordered.

I did the best I could. The girls were laughing their asses off. Brian just stood off to one side, grateful that he wasn’t the one yanking his dick in front of six girls. It did begin to get hard. I had trouble deciding what to focus on. If I concentrated on dancing, my cock would start to soften. If I focused on my dick, my dancing would fade, and the girls would yell at me. This was not the most fun I had ever had.

The girls’ jeering continued.

“Out of spunk?”

“Is that all you’ve got, Willy?”

“I guess you’ll disappoint your wife.”

“Don’t double dribble.”

Brianna whispered to all the girls. On her signal they turned their backs to me, bent over, lowered their pants and panties, giving me a group moon. As they did so, they all emitted a Bronx cheer, sounding like a farting contest. That actually took me to a new level. Now I felt that I just might be able to cum again. I quickened my pace. Now they cheered for me, as they could sense that I was going to make it. Soon I could feel that familiar sensation as fluids began to move within me. It wasn’t much in the way of volume, but the orgasm was really quite intense. I sagged when it was over and collapsed on top of the bar.

Everyone at this point was really quite tired. The girls and Brian changed into their night clothes. I got the baby doll back again. We all moved to the entertainment center to see a video that Brianna had specially prepared. I was horrified to find that it was a compilation of all the embarrassing actions I had endured all year. It ran for over an hour. The girls laughed uproariously. Even Brian couldn’t help but laugh. I blushed furiously, managing only a nervous giggle every now and then.

Finally it was over. I waited to see what torture remained. Out came another two-liter bottle of soda. I was given a half hour to drink the entire bottle. Then they put me in another adult diaper and lead me back into Brianna’s Dad’s workshop. There was my sleeping bag, pillow, and pad.

“We’re locking you in, Willy,” Brianna announced. “Make good use of your Depends. Oh! Here’s a couple of spares in case you need them. See you in the morning. Sleep tight. Don’t let the bedbugs bite.”

This was not going to be pleasant. I could already feel my bladder swelling. If only there was someplace else to go. But the workshop offered no options. I lay down and waited about twenty minutes. Then I stood up and let nature take its course. When I was finished I changed out of the old diaper and put a fresh one on. I was tired and figured I could fall asleep right away. I was right on that account.

Several hours later I awakened to the need to urinate. Without a watch I had no idea how long I had slept. I sensed no light anywhere. I knew I couldn’t go back to sleep without relieving myself. So I just went ahead and let fly in my diaper in my sleeping bag. The warm moist liquid gathered round my groin. I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. To my surprise I was successful.

Some time later I woke again. I was feeling decidedly uncomfortable. The urine was definitely annoying and my bladder was full again. I figured if I peed again in this diaper, I could change to the one dry one I had left. That would get me a few more hours’ sleep, which would probably be sufficient. That turned out to be the case. I did awake with an urge to go some time later, but I sensed it was getting on to morning. There was a sensation of a small amount of light. I tried to hold my bladder, but finally had to empty it into the last diaper. I sat around quite uncomfortably, waiting to be freed from my prison.

Finally I heard the key in the lock and the door flew open. I scrambled to my feet as Brianna ran in. She rushed up to me and gave me a very careful hug, making sure our upper bodies were in contact, but our lower bodies were quite separated. “Congratulations, Willy, I didn’t think you could do it. I’m going to get you the most fabulous dinner at the Lombardie.”


The next Friday evening Brianna and her mother picked me up at seven o’clock. I wore the only suit I owned. It was navy blue with just a very faint pin stripe. I complemented it with a light blue shirt and a hot pink tie. I knew Brianna would love the tie.

I started to get in the front seat, but Brianna motioned for me to join her in the back. “Mom’s our chauffeur tonight.” She grinned. Her mother laughed. I climbed in the back seat and gasped. Brianna was drop dead gorgeous. She had on a black dress that came to mid thigh. It was scoop necked and showed just a tiny bit of cleavage. I can’t begin to describe all the rest of her clothes and jewelry and make-up, but it was stunning.

“You look great!” I stammered out.

“Thanks,” she replied.

We carried on small talk for the fifteen minutes or so that it took her mother to drive us to the restaurant. When she dropped us off, I thanked her for the ride and she drove off.

We walked into The Lombardie and Brianna gave her name to the host. I expected us to be escorted to a table in the main dining room, but instead we were taken to a small room upstairs.

“Don’t worry, Willie,” Brianna said. “Everything is prearranged. You’re going to have the meal of your lifetime.”

We entered the room and sat down on either side of a table that could have sat six. Immediately a waiter entered and poured us each a glass of Champagne. I looked at Brianna strangely.

“I told you not to worry. We’re not going to get into trouble. Just sit back and enjoy yourself.”

Soon a waitress showed up with a huge tray of seafood appetizers and placed it on a buffet table along one side of the room. She invited us to take a small plate and help ourselves. Everything was delicious. I could identify shrimp, clams, crab, and lobster, but there were a lot of others that I didn’t know. I’m not sure that I really want to know what I ate. But it was surely good.

A small salad followed and then a crab casserole, accompanied by a glass of delicious white wine. I think they said it was a Sauvignon Blanc. The main course was lamb chops, my favorite meat. It was accompanied by garlic mashed potatoes and the best green beans I have ever eaten. With this course we had a glass of Pinot Noir. Dessert was a chocolate mousse.

The most surprising thing about the evening was how well Brianna and I got along. We talked warmly about all kinds of topics. She repeatedly congratulated me about what a good sport I was and how well I had held up last weekend. I admitted I found some of it fun, especially in retrospect. We even plotted a bit about how we might trap some of the others into delicious dilemmas.

“You’ve really suffered enough, Willy,” Brianna allowed. “It is fun picking on you, so I may get tempted again. But I’ll try to go after someone else for at least a little while.”

“Thanks, I think,” I replied.

Brianna giggled. “You know,” she went on. “Maybe opposites do attract. You and I don’t really do things the same way, but there is something that draws us together. I really am very fond of you. You can really trust me not to do anything really dangerous to you.”

“I know,” I answered. “You always seem to have a twinkle in your eye when we are playing our silly games. It’s not that you’re a true sadist. By the way,” I changed the subject. “This dinner must have cost a fortune. I really thank you, but there’s no way I can ever repay you.”

“Not to worry. My parents can afford it and you deserve it. Besides, I got to enjoy it, too. I had no trouble talking them into it. They really like you. I know you really like Veronica, and I am hoping that Jamie Knowles will give me more attention, but somehow I feel that you and I are going to hook up someday.”

I sort of shuddered at the thought, but I knew she had a point. There was certainly a sort of chemistry between us. And for all of the stunts that Brianna had pulled, she never really let the nonsense get to the point that I was truly publicly embarrassed. All those pictures could easily have ended up on the Internet, but they hadn’t.

As I was musing over the situation, the dessert dishes were being cleared away. Brianna caught me completely by surprise. He walked around the table, took me by the hand, and had me stand up. She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a huge kiss. No tongues were involved, but the warmth of her gesture astounded me even further. There was no doubt that my image of Brianna was changing.

[Memories for Life]

You forgot "And they lived happily ever after!"

I could tell in your last few chapters that you were steering toward an heartfelt conclusion but I held out hope that Brianna wouldn't get away with her sadistic tendencies. Still its a fine ending to a really impressive bout of storytelling!

Well done, Sir!

[HHHobo]

We're not quite done yet. There's still a little way to go.

[Memories for Life]

Originally Posted by HHHobo

We're not quite done yet. There's still a little way to go.

WHAT??? Do you mean Brianna could still be abused as badly as she did Willie or is she going to let Willy "eat at the Y" after they get home tonight?

[HHHobo]

Interlude

There were three weeks left before Spring Break. Most members of the club were going away for the two weeks off. Some were headed south for sun and sand, others were going west or north for sun and snow. I was looking forward to our trip to Florida. I love all there is to do there – beach, amusement parks, water parks. Now my dad is teaching me how to play golf. He’ll take me out to the course a couple of times while we’re down there. I don’t even mind having my sister around. We actually get along pretty well, but can’t avoid typical sibling fights.

The group still ate lunch together every day at school. We didn’t talk very much about sleepovers. The winter term had worn us out on that one. We did think we would try to get one more in before school was out. Memorial Day weekend wouldn’t work, because it was the weekend before exams. Tentative plans were made to do a sleepover the weekend after exams, as a celebration of the end of school. I had to do some thinking, so I could collect on the forfeits some of the girls owed me. Molly, Rachel, and I also dreaded what the streak would be that Brianna postponed from MLK weekend.

I was seeing more and more of Veronica. Many afternoons we would do our homework together. Usually we would do something together on the weekend. The weather was warming and we were able to play some tennis together. She’s a good athlete, so it is an even match. I resisted the temptation to make a bet with her. While I enjoyed being with her, I wasn’t really sure how she felt about a lot of things. I had kissed her a couple of times, but it was all very innocent. We were both going very slowly. It was so different from the activities of the club.

We were talking about the club during lunch the Wednesday after the last sleepover. Libby wondered if we should add new members for the following year. Colleen added that there would be some new ninth graders in the fall that we used to have sleepovers with before we formed the club. “Who are you thinking of?” Bridget asked.

“The ones who took part the most were Cheryl Moscowic, Abby Jensen, Amber Schultz, and Jon Sherman,” replied Colleen.

“They were all a lot of fun,” noted Rachel.

“If we take them, the girls will still outnumber the guys by a lot,” complained Brian.

“YEH!” Brianna spoke emphatically.

I didn’t say anything. I really liked that aspect of the club. I really didn’t mind being manipulated by the girls. I found it exciting, even if it was often embarrassing.

Molly interjected, “With more members we wouldn’t have to have everyone available to have a sleepover.”

The discussion went on for a while, but the sentiment was in favor of expanding the club. We all liked the four proposed members. We just needed to figure out how and when to invite them. It was finally decided to ask them right away and have them come to the final sleepover of the year.

“Of course we have to initiate them this year,” Brianna proposed.

There was enthusiasm for this. I cautioned them to be careful. We had become far more daring over the year than we were in middle school. We should be careful how far we went with them. “They’’ get to see some of you doing my forfeits,” I explained. “They will also get to see Brianna’s streak for Molly, Rachel, and me.”

Brianna giggled at that and did agree that we should plan carefully not to embarrass the new members very much. She then asked when we should contact them. Most agreed that the sooner, the better was the name of the game. We appointed Bridget, Libby, and Molly to be a committee to approach Cheryl, Abby, Amber, and Jon.

The next day they reported back that all the rising ninth graders wanted to join the club, even when they heard that there would be an initiation. “You know,” I noted. “None of us was ever truly initiated.”

“All the forfeits and dares we had to perform more than count for an initiation,” complained Colleen.

“But it still wasn’t an official initiation,” insisted Brianna.

There was some heated debate and we finally took a vote. By a score of five to three we decided that an initiation was required of every member of the club. The eight old members and the four new ones would all be initiated at our last sleepover of the year. We decided that the initiation should be a surprise. We split up into pairs by flipping coins. I got paired with Brianna. Rachel and Colleen ended up together. Molly was with Libby, and Brian teamed with Bridget. We drew again to see who we would initiate. Brianna and I got Rachel and Colleen.

We also decided it would be a good idea to meet with the new members before the sleepover. In fact, we decided to do it as soon as possible. “How about a bowling party this weekend?” Bridget asked.

“Let’s have some tame bets to give the new members a little taste of things to come,” suggested Brianna.

We all agreed and the same three girls were to do the calling that evening. All of the eighth graders were available for Saturday afternoon, so we scheduled it. I had to reschedule a date with Veronica. She was a little disappointed, but we would be able to get together Sunday for a study date. She was OK with that.

Toward the end of the first week after Presidents’ Weekend, Brianna asked what everyone’s plans were for the summer. No one had much of anything going on. I had two weeks of soccer camp in early August, but the rest of the summer was wide open.



(I've reached the end of what is the continuous part of the story. There is more written, but it occurs ahead in the future. I will try to write the parts in between and post them, but I am very busy right now, so the rate of posting will be slower. I do appreciate all the nice compliments, and I want to finish the story for all of you. Just be patient, and I'll keep the story going as long as I can.)

[Honestman]

I hope you can keep it going. It is very good. Thanks for warning us in advance. Please post as soon as you can.

[Troyman]

This story must have taken a lot of effort and I'm glad you
continued with it, keep up the great work (: