[FICTION] The Trials of Sara and Jim - Part 3

[interesting]

Whenever I go out with friends, I have a few rituals I perform. They're not that extensive or complicated, and once in a while I skip a few of them, but generally, I stick to what works.

It usually starts with a shower; you can never be too clean, especially if you're going to go sweat it out with other people on the dance floor. The more recent the sweat, the better. I usually start with my hair, rinse and lather, wash if off, repeat. Then I wash my body, top to bottom. Once in a while, I take the showerhead (it's on an extension), get a steady stream going and aim the entire thing at my pussy. I love the sensation of the water against my pussy, it stimulates me to no end, providing an orgasm unlike anything I can give myself with my hands. Tonight, I decide to indulge. I'll be hanging out with Cassie and Claire, and possibly their friend Jennifer. That lesbian couple is not through with me. There will be innuendo tonight, though I doubt anything will happen. I need to be relaxed and satisfied beforehand or I'll probably go mad.

I let the stream work me up once, giving myself as good an orgasm as I can get, getting all the sexual tension out for the time being. It will probably come back later but it will be manageable at least.

As I perform on myself, I'm thinking of Lucy. I haven't talked to her in over a week, not since our spat. I don't necessarily regret the breakup but I do wonder how I could have handled it better. I keep replaying the incident in my head. I think of Jennifer, that girl I've only seen once, and her own breakup with her best friend. It's a little more complicated than my own situation, mind you, because there seems to be a man involved, Sarah's boyfriend. I can't help but feel sorry for Lucy now; I'm the mean one in our story. I still can't bring myself to call her; I'm afraid she either won't forgive me or she will and want to get together for more sex. That's not something I want with her anymore.

The orgasm that washes over me clears away any negative feelings I might have had, leaving me refreshed and ready to take on my night.

I pee in the shower before getting out to dry myself. I rarely blow dry my hair; I like it to dry on its own. It's less wavy that way. When I dry my hair, it curls up like a sheep's wool. I hate that. I dry my body, then shave my legs. I only do it when I have a stubble, and I do right now. I haven't been clubbing in a while. I nitpick at my face, removing blemishes, zits and other imperfections as best as I can, then I apply cream to moisturize everything.

I walk out of the bathroom naked and head for my bedroom; there, I stare at myself in the mirror for a few minutes, nitpicking spots and blemishes on the rest of my body. Once that ritual is done, I walk to my drawers and start pulling out clothes, tossing them onto the bed. I pick up what I want to wear for the night, then return the rest to my drawers.

Tonight, I'm choosing a black loose skirt that goes down to the middle of my hips. I find matching black panties, something lacy and comfortable. My top will be a white shirt, but I'm going to leave it open. I'll take the see-through one. Underneath, a grey t-shirt with a logo that says 'BAD GIRL: BEWARE'. I'm not putting on any bra tonight. I leave the selected clothes on the bed and return to my mirror. My hair needs a fix. I fight with it, trying out a few different styles. It's not behaving tonight. Pony tail it is. I tie it up, getting a black band to tie it together. Pony tails are practical when you go clubbing because your hair is away from your face.

Makeup is next: I'm not that fussy. I put on a little lipgloss, nothing much, something subtle. I do my mascara, again, nothing too obvious and I rosy my cheeks. I admire my naked form again in the mirror. I'm probably in love with myself.

I go to my jewelry box. Earrings. Something discreet, a small black pendant in the shape of a crytal. I look at the matching necklace but decide against it. Not with a t-shirt. Unless I change the t-shirt. Good idea.

I go back to my drawers, get a white camisole that opens very low between my breasts. Now the necklace fits, ending at the top of my cleavage. Perfect. No rings tonight: I lose them too often. I get a matching bracelet on my left wrist.

I go back to the mirror. Makeup. Jewelry. Still naked. I'm feeling giddy. Time to dress up.

The putting on of the clothing is a ceremonial affair. I start with the panties, making sure they're tucked in well. I go for my skirt, tie it around my waist. Next up, the camisole goes above my head. I slide the shirt over my body, leaving it open. Perfect. I look gorgeous, stunning even.

Shoes. Sandals, actually for tonight. Something comfortable, not too chic, not too trashy. It's warm enough for sandals. This is the month of March, after all.

I go over my routine in my head. I haven't forgotten anything. Wonderful. I head out the door, with no expectations for the night.

It's around nine when I get to the club. I know I'm a little early but I like getting there when it's not too crowded. The doorman waves me in without hesitation. The club is part lounge, part dance floor. The music is not too loud, a rare occurence in the night scene. It will get louder later. I find a place to sit in a darker corner; there are barely ten people in the bar with me. I wait. A waitress comes over. I stare at her figure: she must work out. Her cleavage speaks to me as she takes my order. I'm getting horny again. It's the anticipation.

I have time to drink two beers before Cassie, Claire and Jennifer make their way in, a little after ten. Mind you, I haven't been completely inactive during that wait; from the comfort of my secluded spot, I slid my hand into my skirt and into my panties, and gently played with myself once in a while. With the alcohol and this, when the girls finally arrive, I'm very relaxed.

I get up to greet them. I finally get a good look at Jennifer. She is gorgeous. I've seen her before, but I can't recall where. She is wearing a tight tank top that reveals her navel, no bra (like me), and low-cut shorts. Her legs are simply divine. With so much skin exposed, I'm practically staring at a naked person. She's not wearing panties either, I can tell.

Claire and Cassie are as charming and beautiful as ever. They come in holding hands; Cassie has chosen a short light blue dress, which really highlights her figure; Claire wears a front red top (her back is exposed) tied at the neck. She wears long dark pants. They sit around me while Jennifer sits in front of me. I smile a lot; the alcohol has made me giddy. Last time I was drunk, I ended up having a lot of sex with Lucy. Great! Now I'm horny again.

After presentations are made, the waitress comes over and offers us our drinks. We see several guys eyeing our group from the corner of the room. Four girls out for a party; we're not at a gay bar, so they might make a move. As far as Cassie and Claire are concerned, I don't think anything would happen, given their preferences. I'm not so sure about Jennifer. She's eyeing them back with some interest, and I must admit I'm flattered to be admired as well.

"So Prissy, what have you been up to lately?"

Claire is trying to get me talking about me.

"Same old, same old. Weekend classes, boring job that pays the rent..."
"Gone swimming recently?"

We laugh, but Jennifer doesn't get it. That's mean. Now we have to explain the joke to her. I find I'm having a hard time telling her that I'm supposed to be involved in a threesome with her friends. Cassie doesn't seem to have as much trouble, as she starts to relate our activities of the last weekend (without going into too much detail, thankfully). Jennifer laughs at my predicament. I blush. Cassie tries to comfort me.

"Jennifer's cool. We go way back. We haven't done anything with you we haven't done with her before."

I misundersand her meaning.

"She's the other one you told me about?"
"The other one?..."
"You said you'd done things like this with another girl before."
"Oh no! She's just a long time friend."

I'm a bit confused but I let the matter drop. I have four beers in my belly when we go dancing. I'm feeling tipsy and I barely notice my surroundings, letting the music inundate my senses and carry me forward. Once in a while, I get close to Cassie or Claire, but we never touch. After a while, I need a bathroom break. As it happens, Jennifer needs one too so she accompanies me. I sit in the stall, unmindful of the relative dirtiness and go about my business, while Jennifer sits in the stall beside me. The music is less loud hear so we can actually chat a little.

"So you know Cassie and Claire from high school?"
"Yeah."
"What were they like?"
"Pretty much like you see them. Well, almost. Claire's always known she was into girls. Cassie figured it out later."
"I mean, were they as playful?"
"Oh yeah, definitely."
"You seem to have a long history."
"We've done everything together."

There is silence. Jennifer picks up the conversation.

"What about you?"
"What about me?"
"How far have you gone with them?"
"What do you mean?"
"Look, Prissy, I'm not stupid. Cassie's told us about you."
"She did?"
"Of course."
"What did she say?"
"That you had the finest ass she had ever seen, and that she wanted to fuck you. Have you fucked?"

I hesitate. Jennifer's directness is refreshing: it's rare that I find someone as frank as me.

"I have to say no..."
"Oh? Why?"
"Well, we did have pleasure together during our games... but somehow it didn't feel like sex."
"That's okay."
"Have you had sex with both of them?"
"Sure. Many times."
"Recently?"
"No, not recently. Way back in high school."

Again, silence. I'm the one to break it.

"God I'm horny."

I hear Jennifer laugh.

"Want to do something about it?"

She is very much like me, but I don't feel comfortable enough to act on my impulse. Last time I did, I ended up in a purely sexual relationship with a girl I wasn't really into. And there was alcohol involved last time too. Jennifer is nice, and I might do her at some point, circumstances permitting, but not here and now, and not in this state.

"Thanks, but I'll manage."
"Okay."

We get out of the stalls and wash our hands. I stare at her breasts the whole time in the mirror. Her offer has made me hornier than before. She notices.

"Do you like what you see?"
"I do..."

I stare at her lips and begin to wonder what they taste like.

"Jenn, I'm flattered but I'm way too drunk."
"It doesn't matter to me."
"Well it does to me. I don't want to regret anything, and I just came out of a bad experience, so..."
"So it's cool, Prissy. I'm cool."

She seems much calmer than when Cassie talked to me about her. We return to the dance floor and resume where we left off, almost as if the conversation had not occured. After a while, we retreat to our table, when the men around us start making passes at us.

I've stopped drinking so my stupor is rescinding. I'm still horny as hell but I can manage it. I notice that since the beginning of the night, Claire and Cassie have been flirting with the waitress every time she comes over. I'm not entirely sure where they're getting at. It's past midnight now. I see the waitress coming up to us. I ask for nothing, but Claire orders me something anyway, some kind of cocktail.

"I've been on beer all night. I don't want to get sick."
"You'll like it, trust me."
"Okay, but only one."

I know I'm too easily swayed, but I can't help it. The waitress comes back a few minutes later; she goes around the table and kneels beside me. I see she's carrying several things on her tray, setting it down on the table. There's a lime, a salt shaker and a full shooter: I'm guessing Tequila.

"You have got to be kidding me."
"Come on, Prissy."

Cassie goads me on. I'm a sucker for attention. The waitress moves over to me, presenting her ample cleavage.

"Lick my chest."
"What?"
"Go ahead."

I indulge myself, running my tongue over the top of her breasts, unsure of why until I see her get the salt shaker. She puts the lime in her mouth, the pulp facing me, then pours salt into her cleavage; it sticks where I just licked her. I've done body shots before, but never in this circumstance. My friends are goading me into it, so I lick up the salt, pour down the shooter and bite into the lime, kissing the waitress at the same time. My girlfriends are cheering me on; the lime makes it difficult to keep our lips locked but I don't want to let go. It's the waitress who pulls away. Everybody's laughing but me and her. We're grimacing from the lime taste.

"Come here."

I retrieve the cocktail, take a sip and splash it around my mouth. The waitress comes closer and I kiss her again, allowing the liquid in my mouth into hers so she can rinse the taste - and so I can kiss her again. I'm so hot and wet as I do this, I almost feel an orgasm building inside of me. The cheers continue as she pulls away. I see Cassie handing her a lot of money, and the waitress picks up her tray and returns to her duties.

"That was something."
"You girls are insane..."
"Crazy for you, maybe."

Cassie leans over and kisses me on the mouth. I give it back, as much as she wants to take. We end up kissing for over a minute. We're drawing stares from the mostly male crowd. It's Claire's turn to steal a kiss from me: it doesn't last as long but it's equally intense.

"How about me?"

Jennifer's lips. With the alcohol in my mouth, I probably won't taste them as much. I don't care. I lean over the table, almost keeling it over, as I plant a wet one on Jennifer. Our lips lock, our tongues explore each other's mouth. I imagine her tongue on my pussy. I'm on fire again. I retreat to my corner and cheer for myself.

"That was intense."

Jennifer's comment gets me all riled up. Now I want to do her so bad. I want to do Claire and Cassie as well. And that guy at the bar, staring at us, why not him? Maybe we can get the waitress to join in. Maybe the doorman. God! I want sex right now.

"Damn..."

My curse draws attention to my plight.

"What's wrong?"
"I want sex... so bad right now."

Cassie and Claire smile.

"We should be going."
"Going where?"
"You don't work tomorrow, you said."
"That's right, I don't."

Cassie smiles and takes my hand.

"Want to continue what we started the other day?"
"God yes!... But what about Jennifer?"
"What about me?"

Claire looks at Jennifer.

"When you showed up at our doorstep Saturday before last, we were engrossed in an activity with Prissy."
"So you told me..."
"We were thinking of picking up where we left off."
"Oh!"
"And we'd like you to join us, if you're up to it."

Jennifer has been drinking a lot, and unlike me, she hasn't stopped. She stares at me intently.

"I could go for something new right now."

I'm the centre of attention and I'm loving it.

"Okay... so... the three of you?"
"You'll see. If you're up to it."
"Oh I am... but promise me I'm going to have sex real soon... I need it real bad."

Claire and Cassie seem hesitant, as if that wasn't part of their plan but finally Claire gives in.

"We'll go back to the car and see what we can do from there, all right?"
"Okay."

I came here by bus. Cassie only drank one beer at the start of the evening, so she's okay to drive. Claire hasn't been drinking much either.

We get up and move to the exit, attracting stares as we head out the door.

What have I gotten myself involved in this time?

[interesting]

When we get to the car, we quickly climb in: Cassie in the driver's seat, me behind her, Claire in the passenger's seat and Jennifer behind her. Cassie gets the car rolling.

"Okay, first off, I know you're horny, Prissy, but you're going to have to earn your orgasm here."
"Earn my orgasm?"
"Yes. You'll have to perform a stunt - or possibly more - before we let you have what you need."

I try to think about what they can have me do, but my horniness gets the better of my judgement.

"Fine. Go."
"First, take off your underwear."

That's easy. I reach under my skirt and remove my lacy panties. Jennifer reaches for them but Claire intercepts them.

"Are you wet, Prissy?"

I put my fingers in my crotch and pull them away; they're all sticky.

"Oh yeah."
"Good. Let's roll."

We start driving.

"We're heading home Prissy, but we'll be making a series of detours."

Claire leans into Cassie, but Cassie cuts her off.

"No, honey, I got this one."

We get on the main street and start driving. Cassie seems to be in no hurry to get home. Claire makes herself insistent.

"Can I at least suggest something?"
"Sure."
"Stop by the park a few blocks from here."
"Great idea."
"Prissy, take off your sandals."

I carry out the order. We get to the park. All the while, I'm staring at Jennifer beside me.

"Jenn, are you up for a little game?"
"I'm always up."
"Take off your panties and sandals too."
"Done. I'm not wearing panties."

That comment, the idea of it, drives me wild. We exit the car. I step onto the grass very quickly. At this time, the park is closed and there isn't anyone near.

"What now?"
"You two are going to race. You see that table over there. You start here, run to the table, go under it, then come back over it. Whoever makes it here last loses an item of clothing. Understood?"

We agree to Claire's instructions.

"On your mark. Go!"

Jennifer races past me in a flash; she is extremely athletic and much faster than me. It becomes obvious from the start that she's going to win. I was half expecting it. She slows down when she gets to the table, as she has to crawl under it. I manage to catch up to her as we crawl over the table, but then she sprints back and returns to the vehicle before me.

"Our winner, Jennifer!"

She holds her hands above her head, triumphant. I remove my white shirt and toss it into the vehicle.

"What now?"

Cassie seems to be considering the question. She locks the car then tells us to follow her. We walk through the park to the large water fountain. It's not very deep, water is barely above our ankles.

"Okay, new game. Step into the fountain, ladies."

We move into the water. It's very cold.

"We'd better hurry up, just in case there's surveillance."

Claire's comment reminds us we're on park grounds after closing.

"Okay. Splash each other with as much water as possible."
"What's the game?"
"That's the game. Splash each other."
"Who wins?"
"We do, of course."

Cassie laughs.

"Seriously, once you're both good and wet, within a time limit, say, 10 seconds, Claire and I will evaluate how wet you each are; whoever is the driest wins. The other loses an item of clothing."

It doesn't look good for either of us. I have a skirt and camisole. She has a tank top and shorts. One of us is exposing herself after this is over.

Cassie gives the signal. We start splashing water over each other like crazy. There's a light that shines above the fountain, so we see what we're doing very well. Cassie calls the end of the game. We step out of the water and the girls examine us thorougly, touching our clothes to see how much water has been splashed. It takes them a few moments, then they concert with each other, before Cassie comes with the answer.

"Well, the truth is, we can't tell. So you both lose!"

I'm only half stunned at the turn of events. I stare at Jennifer. She's taking off her shorts. Not one to be outdone, I remove my skirt. We're both butt naked in the park. Luckily, no one's there.

"Come on, let's get to the car before someone spots us."

We hurry back to the vehicle. Claire confiscates our bottoms from us. We slide as quickly as possible into the vehicle. I remember the feel of the leather on my ass very vividly. I've already done crazy things in this car. What else do they plan on having me do in here?

As we start driving, my eyes wander to Jennifer's crotch. She shaves completely. I trim but I keep some hair above it, and a little around once in a while. I bite my lower lip. I want to taste her so bad. The alcohol is still somewhat in my system. It's hard to keep my hands away from my own crotch, but Cassie promised me release and so far she's always lived up to her word.

I still can't believe how easily I get pulled into these things; I'm in the backseat of the car, with no bottom on, a wet white camisole exposing my very shapely breasts and my nipples sticking out, besides an equally bottomless girl with equally showing breasts through her cloth. It was the same with Lucy, but at least here, I don't feel the same stress as I did. There's no sense of complication here on my part, and what happens between Claire and Cassie is none of my business.

We drive around town for a while. I cross my legs as to avoid any temptation. Jennifer does the same. We stop at a traffic light. It's downtown and there's a lot of noise coming from the nearby bars. Cassie talks to us.

"Okay, you two. You don't have to do this, if you don't want to."
"Just say it, we'll see."
"Okay then. Chinese fire drill."
"What?"
"Next light is going to be red. You get out of the car, run around it and return to your place."

Neither of us states the obvious. We're butt naked.

"I'll give you the timing to go, so we won't be caught at the red light too long."

To be honest, I'm much more comfortable being bottomless than topless in public. I think Jennifer feels like me. We retrieve our sandals after getting permission to do so. The car starts moving for a hundred metres, then stops at a red light. I look to the road. There's a car at the intersection facing us, and there's a car coming up behind us. This is risky.

"You don't have to do it."

Claire insists. I look at Jennifer. We nod to each other. Cassie gives us our cue. Instantly, we jump out of the vehicle. I run around the front while Jennifer starts with the back. I don't even pay attention to what's going around me. I just keep moving, the cool air against my exposed skin, until I circle the vehicle and reenter through the same door. The light has turned to green and we're driving away. Cassie is laughing her ass off; Claire is a bit more reserved but still finds the scene funny. Jennifer and I are out of breath but smiling the whole time.

"That was excellent!"

The mood remains heightened.

"You know what, Claire?"
"What, honey?"
"I think Prissy's earned her reward."
"Maybe one more."
"What do you have in mind?"

Claire takes time to think.

"Prissy, how comfortable are you being naked in public?"
"Well, to be honest, I don't know. I think what we just did is as far as I've ever taken it."
"Fine... get us to the PrideCafe."

A gay bar. I went there once, with my former girlfriend. It was some time ago. The place has changed. The façade is different, but we don't make our way there. We enter a side street and park in the staff section. I'm curious.

"Stay in the car, we'll be right back."

Claire and Cassie exit the vehicle and head for the service entrance. It makes sense that they would know people here. I stare at Jennifer as we wait for them to return. It doesn't take long.

"Come on, hurry up."
"Our bottoms?"
"You don't need them."

It takes me a little shove from Jennifer to get me going, but we exit the car and race to the service entrance. I'm feeling extremely exposed, something I've rarely felt with such intensity. We enter through the crates and bottles. It's extremely drafty but fortunately there's no one there, that is, until we get further into the room. We freeze. A large man is there, facing us. We freeze.

"It's all right, girls. You're pretty looking, but I don't swing that way."

And he gives us a hearty laugh.

"This is Merrill. He's the stockboy, and a friend."
"I'd shake your hands but I don't know where they've been."

He laughs again. I turn to Cassie.

"What are we doing here?"
"Ask Claire."

I turn to her.

"It's relatively simple. I'm going to ask you to do a very public dare. You can get naked, you can keep your tops... you can even wear bags over your heads if you prefer."

Merrill intervenes.

"No cameras allowed inside, so no worries for snapshots, dolls."
"What do you expect us to do?"
"I want you to enter the bar and walk around the room. Merrill will accompagny you both so you're safe from anything."
"And what?"
"And nothing. That's it. Walk around the bar naked. Come back."

I turn to Jennifer.

"Have you ever done something like this?"
"Honey, you could fill this room with the things I've done."

And with that, she simply removes her top. I see her exposed breasts and I shiver. My instincts take over and I get naked as well.

"My, what a lovely escort you two make."

Merrill grabs our arms and starts dragging us away. I turn to him. He stands almost two heads taller than me.

"Are you sure this is safe?"
"Honey, these things happen all the time. I wouldn't be surprised that you're not the only naked people here."

Suddenly, it hits me. I stare at Jennifer's naked figure.

"You're a model!"

That's why I didn't recognize her. I'm not used to seeing her with clothes on.

"I am."
"Wow!"

I don't have time to dwell on it any further. The door opens and we enter the bar. Throngs of people turn their gaze to us; I almost freeze, but Merrill's strong grip drags me forward. I'm walking around naked in a crowd of gays and lesbians. I've never been more turned on in my life. I see stares going across my body, as people cheer for me and Jennifer. Merrill parades us around. No one dares get close to us. We get 'I love yous' and other comments of the sort, some less civil than others, from both the men and the women. Our walk seems to last forever, when in reality, we're out there for less than two minutes, before retreating into the backstore, unharmed. Merrill was right. Some of the girls were topless in there as well.

"Come on, let's go!"

Claire and Cassie drag us back to the car. We're so excited we don't even bother dressing up, not that anyone can see. The rush is getting the better of me. I'm out of breath and I haven't done anything yet. We sit back down in the car. I try to recollect my senses. Claire stares at me, then talks to Cassie.

"Okay. They deserve their reward."

My hand instinctively reaches for my crotch, but Cassie's voice stops me.

"No. Here's how we're going to do it. You're going to lean into each other, putting your pussies together, and you're gonna trib."
"Trib?"
"Rub your pussies together."
"Oh."
"We'll be at our place in a little under fifteen minutes. You have that much time to get yourselves off, but you can't use your hands."

I stare at Jennifer and for a moment I hesitate. I tend to get carried away and I need to get something straight first.

"No complications?"
"What?"
"It means no complications, no engagement, nothing serious... just sex..."
"Okay. I can live with that."

I lean in and kiss Jennifer for a long moment, then we move about to position ourselves while the vehicle gets in gear. It's dark outside so the chances of anyone seeing anything are slim, not that I really care at this point. When Jennifer presses her crotch against mine, a jolt of energy surges through my backbone.

"Oh God!"

As best as we can, holding on to the seats with our hands, we start rubbing our pussies together. The sensation is intense, heightened by all the built up sexual tension. The girls have given us ten minutes to get our satisfaction from each other like this. At first, I figure it will be an easy task, given our respective states of arousal. Yet, the more I push myself against her, the harder it seems to orgasm. The car is not very comfortable. We're rubbing hard, then soft, then doing a circular motion, up and down, pushing against each other. Nothing seems to work. The sensation is great, wonderful even, but it doesn't provide us with the release we need.

I look outside the window and I see Cassie's apartment building. No! I will not be frustrated like this. I close my eyes, trying to picture my ex-girlfriend, the one girl I did care about. Her image switches to that of Suzy, but I chase that one away; I open my eyes and I see Jennifer panting heavily, experiencing her own orgasm. She drives me over the edge and I finally come, not a moment to spare as the car stops in the parking. I collapse on the seat.

Cassie is laughing.

"Wow! That sounded great... Keep some for later, honey."

I laugh too. I feel like I'm in high school again. My responsibilities have flown out the window and it feels great. I'm having sex like I'm still sixteen. I have to remind myself I'm not old. I'm barely twenty-two. I've been sexually inactive for so long I was in a rut - that's why it feels like being reborn. Cassie helped changed that. I'll be foverer grateful - at least until it's over.

Jennifer stares at me. For a moment, I get scared, expecting Lucy's stupid smile to appear on her face. But her face is calm. She is more mature. She's had other experiences with women. Good experiences. She's capable of dealing with this like a reasonable person. Good. I can live with that too.

"We'd better get inside the house. Your night is not over yet, ladies."

They hand us our clothes. We put on just enough so we won't be naked in public. Something tells me we're not going to need them much tonight. Something tells me that before the night is over, we'll have picked up everything we couldn't do the first time around, and then some.

[interesting]

As soon as we enter Claire and Cassie's apartment, Cassie asks Jennifer and me to get undressed. I do so but slowly. I look around the room. I've never been here before. I want to familiarize myself with the place. We're at the entrance; there's a living room to my right and a kitchen to my left; forward is a small hallway with three doors, two on the right, one on the left. That's all I can see from this end. It's a small apartment.

Cassie directs us to the living room. Claire goes to the kitchen and brings back beers. It's very late now in the night and I'm starting to get tired. Obviously, we're not going to sleep just yet. Claire and Cassie remain clothed, and I must admit to some unease. At least Jennifer is there alongside me, naked.

Cassie is eyeing me with passion. She turns to Claire.

"I can't believe we're gonna do it..."
"Do you want to wait a little more?"
"No... I want to do it now."

Claire understands. Cassie leaves for the hall where we lose sight of her. Claire hands us our beers.

"For the sake of our activites tonight and tomorrow, you're going to be an item, if you don't mind."
"An item? You mean like together?"
"Sure. A couple. Unless that bothers you."

I stare at Jennifer. She's smiling. Sure. I can be her lover for the night and day. I'm a little surprised by Claire's proposal: I was certain I was going to be paired with Cassie. Jennifer seems to understand more than me what's going on but she remains quiet.

"All right... Prissy, I'll be blunt. Cassie has always had a fantasy about you, and she wants to play it out."
"What do I have to do?"
"Follow me. Jennifer, you can stay here or come along."
"What? And miss the show?"

We move into the hall, to the far door on the right, bypassing the first door which leads to the bathroom. I take notice for later. The other door, the one on the left, is closed, but I hear rummaging from inside. Cassie is there. Claire pushes the door open and we get into the room. I stop at the entrance. It's like a dungeon in there. Evn Jennifer looks surprised.

"Wow! Claire... you've been keeping this room from me?"
"It's our little private paradise..."

Paradise is not the word I'd choose for it. Hooks on the wall, ropes and chains, nothing extreme. The walls are painted red with black esoteric symbols. There's a metallic bed post with a hard mattress. I see various other tools of bondage.

"Are you into this?"
"It's more for Cassie's benefit, but yeah, I enjoy it."

I'm still a little taken aback by the sight. Claire retrieves a blindfold and sets it over my eyes. She wraps a piece of cloth around my eyes, just in case the blindfold is insufficient. I'm plunged in a world of darkness. Claire grabs my hands and leads me to the wall. I let myself be led. I feel a metallic wristband lock onto my wrist, then the sound of a chain, then another on my other wrist.

"Are you comfortable?"

Claire's questions seems moot, but the restraints, despite their coldness, are not unpleasant.

"Sure."
"Pull."

I attempt to pull but I get nowhere. I'm obviously chained to the wall, facing it. I try to turn around, but the chain only gives so much leeway. The way it's set up, my hands are at my stomach level; I can move them up to my breasts and down to my pussy, but that's all I can do. I feel more bands, this time around my ankles, and the sound of a chain. I test them out; I have a lot more distance.

"Okay..."
"Are you all right, Prissy? Do you want to stop?"
"No... I've just never done anything like this before."
"Jennifer come here."

I hear Jennifer moving about. Despite the fact that I can't see her, I know she is moving around to be in front of me; she probably kneels on the floor because I feel her breath on my pussy.

Claire - or Jennifer but I think it's Claire - twists my nipple.

"Ow!"
"Do you like that?"
"No..."

My tone of voice tells I'm sincere.

"All right, we'll do something else then."

I feel something bite into my nipple, but the sensation is not the same; it's just biting into the flesh, not twisting it. It'S a little painful for the first moments, but then it gets numb. Another clamp gets put on my other nipple. A chain seems to be linking them; I feel it brushing against my skin.

"So far?"
"I'm good... terribly cold though."
"Too cold?"
"No, I guess I'm okay."

The room is freezing, but I figured it was intentional. Besides, I have a feeling I'm going to be experiencing a lot of heat very soon.

"You don't do anal, right?"

I remember we talked about this last time we were together. I've never had anything up my ass. I can't fancy it as a stimulation area, given its role in my biology. I'm tempted to try it out, if only to see if I like it, but my reluctance is too great.

"Not today... I'm not ready... okay?"
"No problem. We just want to make sure your experience is as profitable as possible.... yes Jennifer?"

For every sentence Jennifer utters, her breath brushes against my pussy, making me shiver.

"Can I ask you something Prissy?"
"Sure."
"Why won't you do anal?"
"Well, because... it doesn't seem natural."
"You find it disgusting."
"A little. I mean, you know..."

I hear Jennifer laughing.

"I know. I'd like to try a little something... if Claire or Cassie will allow it... maybe later. Nothing invasive, just, if you're curious..."

I am curious. I'm also scared of the pain. I like a little bit of pain, the clamps of my nipples, the cold bands, the chains, maybe a spanking every now and then.

"Maybe... not now."
"Okay."

Claire takes over.

"Thanks Jennifer, now you'll have to be quiet."
"Yes Claire."
"From now on, you two will call me Mistress, for the rest of the night, all right?"
"Yes Mistress."

We answer in unison.

"Jennifer, you need to make sure our wonderful Prissy is ready for the gift she is about to receive."
"Yes Mistress."

I feel Jennifer's mouth as it nears and touches my pussy. The contact makes me shiver even more. She wraps her arms around my body, massaging my ass with her hands as she starts eating me out. I must be so wet.

"Show me."

Claire's voice is at a lower pitch than usual. She's taking her role very seriously. I feel fingers rush against my mouth.

"Lick!"

I put the fingers in my mouth; they taste like my pussy. I am wet.

"Yes, you are ripe."

I hear a sound; the door to the room is opening. I feel something against my mouth, pushed into it, some sort of a gag. Someone, possibly Claire, ties it into place. I can't scream. I sense another presence in the room; Cassie most assuredly. Jennifer is still gently licking my pussy, providing me with a gentle stimulation.

Suddenly, I feel a hard but cold shaft between my buttocks. For a moment, I freeze, until I realize what it is. A hand pushes me forward, bending me in two. Jennifer seems to move away. I feel the shaft near my pussy, slowly rubbing its tip along my lips. I tremble from expected ecstasy.

In one thrust, the strap-on slides into me. I try to scream but the gag absorbs almost all the sound. It's pulled out swiftly. For a moment, nothing, then another solid thrust. It hurts but at the same time, I don't want it to stop. I want it to remain inside, but it pulls out completely. Again. And again. And again. In and out, in swift dry strokes. I'm completely wet; besides my muffled moans, there is no sound in the room.

Suddenly, the device enters me, then starts moving back and forth in a rocking motion; hands grab onto my waist as I'm being fucked. It takes me less than a minute to experience an orgasm at this point, but whoever is riding me is clearly not satisfied, as the thrusts keep going. A hand - a third hand, seemingly from nowhere, grabs my throat and squeezes a bit, cutting circulation and breathing for a moment before releasing. I feel another hand on my breast, one on my thigh. I'm still trembling, but this now from the stimulation. My body is getting all sweaty from the exercise.

The device rides me into another orgasm, sendings spasms across my body. The thrusts continue; a wandering hand undoes my gag and it falls off. I'm screaming my lungs out: I hope the walls are soundproof. I hear panting echoing mine; whoever is riding me is not going to let me stop now. I might as well make a spectacle of it; I'm already utterly satisfied but I don't want her to stop. The pace is getting hard to maintain, as we're both extremely tired and we haven't switched positions once. She manages to push me one last time into an orgasm. The action stops - we are both too tired to move. I'm panting heavily; only the chains and the device still inside me are keeping me up.

It is pulled out, and I hear the chains being undone, though the wrist bands remain. I'm dragged to the bed without resistance. Nothing happens for a few moments, and then I hear Claire's voice.

"All right, Prissy, now it's your turn to give. I'm going to remove the blindfold. I want you to remain quiet."

I nod that I will comply. As Claire removes the blindfold, I hear more chains. I'm being tied up to the bed, hands and feet, facing up. When the light hits my eyes, it takes me a moment to adjust. I see the naked forms of the three girls, inviting. I see Cassie with her strap-on dildo. It's huge. No wonder it felt so intense. She's removing the belt and its accessory.

"I hope you enjoyed that, Prissy."

I remain quiet.

"You may answer the question this once."
"It was unbelievable, Mistress... I had never been more aware of how good it felt inside me."
"Wonderful. You will now have to provide for us."

I see that Cassie has taken the belt to my waist and ties it on. She then sets up a dildo in the notch; it stands up, as if I had a dick of my own. My hands and feet tied to the bed post, I can't do anything but watch them set it up. Claire turns to Jennifer.

"You will test it out, to make sure it's proper for your Mistresses."

Jennifer climbs on top of me, and slides onto the dildo without effort, facing me. She starts to go up and down on it, tilting her body sideways once in a while. I'm not in control here. My muscles are sore, but her body sways me regardless. The sensation is not very stimulating for me (though I've had my share of pleasure beforehand) but it seems to be doing wonders for her. Before long, she is panting heavily, having an orgasm from riding my artificial dick. She collapses on top of me, her breasts touching mine but for a moment before Claire pulls her off. Jennifer manages to stumble to her feet and speak.

"I think it is adequate..."

Claire looks at Cassie.

"Do you want to do the honors, love?"
"No... you first."

They kiss briefly. Claire wipes Jennifer's fluids from the device before applying some lubricant, and climbing on top of it herself. It takes her a little work to get it inside her, but she starts riding me in the same fashion. From a dark-haired beauty to a blonde, being observed by a gorgeous red-head. This is unbelievable. The friction from the inside edge of the strap=on against my pussy is both stimulating and painful, but I don't want Claire to stop. I want her to take as much pleasure as she can, and she is clearly enjoying her ride. I can't even feel my legs anymore.

Claire's orgasm is vocal and agressive. She kneads my breasts with force as she comes onto the device. She freezes in mid-motion, mouth agape; Cassie goes to her and helps her get off of me. She lays Claire down beside the bed.

"Are you okay?"
"Oh God! Cassie... go... do it."

Cassie doesn't hesitate as she straddles me, sliding onto the device without bothering to wipe it off. She leans in, her chest against mine and we start kissing. I try to move my hips up and down but it's hard. The chains are very tight. I feel the muscles in her ass contracting as she pushes the device on my crotch inside her pussy. She keeps kissing me, riding herself into as much pleasure as she can. I don't mind the chafing anymore. All the fantasies I've been having since Cassie first approached me are coming true, and even some I did not even dare dream.

Cassie lets go of my lips to kiss my breasts, straightening herself somewhat. Eventually, she straightens completely. She's riding me into ecstasy. I want to cheer her on, I want to tell her to take all she wants, but I have to play my part. I can't say anything.

When she does release, she jolts on top of me, falling back onto my shape, kissing me everywhere her lips reach. She slows down her pace and collapses against me, almost falling asleep. Claire, who has gotten up from her own ordeal, helps Cassie get up.

"That was wonderful, Prissy... thank you."

Cassie's words fill me with delight. The game is over. Claire is untying my legs. I move them about. I notice she leaves my hands tied up.

"What's up? Why aren't you releasing me?"

Jennifer climbs over me and goes to the other side of the bed. Claire smiles at me.

"It's late. We should get some rest."
"So... I have to sleep like this?"
"Do you mind?"
"Well... a little. I need to go to the bathroom."

My muscles are so sore.

"I'll make you a deal, Prissy. I'll untie your hands and lead you to the bathroom. Take as much time as you need to stretch. When we get back here, I'll tie you up again, but in a more comfortable position. All right?"

I take a moment to ponder her suggestion.

"All right..."

I look at Jennifer. Claire understands my question.

"You two will be sharing the same bed. What you do in it is up to you."

From Jennifer's blank stare, I know she just wants to sleep. I'm with her on that motion. Besides, there's still the entire next day to do. I'm definitely going to get my money's worth with these people. I just hope there's a bit more than just sex. I enjoy sex quite a lot, but there are so many things we could do together equally enjoyable.

I trust my hosts. They have not let me down so far.

[interesting]

My arms are sore. I was able to get some sleep last night but not much: arms extended over one's head is not the ideal solution, especially when they are chained to the bed post. I tilt my head sideways and see the sleeping form of Jennifer. She looks peaceful, sleeping soundly. I kiss her nose and try to get back to sleep, but I can't really fall deep into it, so I hover at the edge of consciousness until Jennifer herself stirs. She slowly opens her eyes, stares at me blankly. It takes her mind a moment to remember where she is.

She gets up, rolling of across me and heading out the door, possibly to the bathroom. I'm good for the moment. She isn't gone long. She brings her naked figure back into bed with me, staring at my own naked form for a moment.

"Sleep well..."
"Relatively."

She kisses me on the lips.

"It felt nice to sleep with someone."

I smile at her. I like her. She seems playful. She stares into my eyes and plants another kiss on me, a deep one this time. I return the favor; my bound hands prevent me from doing anything else. We lock lips for a long time.

"I'm always horny in the morning..."

She whispers these words in my ear. Her hand is sliding across my chest, between my breasts, onto my stomach, and finally stopping just above my pussy. I tremble under her touch.

"If you want to..."

I do. I feel her closeness, her intimacy, and I want to share it. I lean into her and start kissing her passionately. Her fingers start grinding my pussy, stimulating me fully out of my tiredness and giving me great pleasure.

"Jenn... don't stop."

I'm enjoying this rediscovery of my own sexuality. It actually started with Marq at that party he invited me to. I gave him quite a run for his money that night. Later on, I did the same to Suzy, and I ended up having sex almost everyday of the week with her. I only broke it off because I felt she wanted more from me than just sex, and I couldn't handle that with her. The very next day, I went to the pool with Cassie and Claire, and we performed wonderfully erotic games on each other. That night, when I came back to my place, I called up Marq and told him all about it while I masturbated on the phone with him. Since then, I've been very active sexually, playing with myself in the shower and under the sheets almost every day. And last night was so intense, Cassie taking me from behind while I was chained to the wall, and then having all three of them ride my artificial dick. I don't want this to end.

Jennifer moves over me, placing her crotch in my face. I try to move my hands but they're still bound.

"Lean into me..."

I manage to utter these words through her tantalizing of my body. She sits on my face, at first too high so my nose is in her pussy. She moves about as I feel around with my tongue, and positions herself the way she wants to, allowing me to lick her up. She's already dripping onto my face. I can't use anything but my mouth and tongue, but I give it my all. Jennifer feels comfortable, uncomplicated as opposed to Suzy. She moves slower, her actions are more thought out when she moves on me.

I'm about to come when the door opens and Claire walks in. I don't want Jennifer to stop, but she turns her head to see who is coming in.

"No! Don't stop... don't stop..."
"Don't let me interrupt."

Claire winks as Jennifer goes down on me again. This time, I can't hold it in, nor do I want to. My scream of orgasm could wake the dead. I've always been naturally loud during sex; sometimes, I choose to hold back because of circumstances. Here, I let it all out. As soon as the sensation subsides in me, I go deep into Jennifer's pussy, fully aware that I'm being observed by Claire - and now Cassie apparently. I hear Jennifer panting, and I recognize the tell-tale signs of an incoming orgasm. I don't let up until she shakes under my care, collapsing onto my face, effectively suffocating me in the process. Luckily, she pulls away rather quickly before I have time to cough. She rolls to the side and rests for a moment.

"That was something to watch..."

Cassie's comment draws our attention.

"You know what we should do, honey?"
"What?"
"Set up a video camera in this room."
"That's a notion."

They laugh and leave us, closing the door behind them. I turn my head to Jennifer. She moves around and comes to lie her head against my chest. She seems rested, moreso than when she woke up.

"Was that good?"
"Oh so much..."

She kisses me deeply and I return her love.

"You're a great lover, Jenn."
"I know... I can't help it."

She laughs. She's not as depressive as Cassie made her out to be, or she's playing happy for my benefit. Either way, I like her. She's refreshing. I want to talk to her about how she feels, but it seems awkward. I barely know her.

"So Jennifer... what do you for a living, besides being a model?"
"Modeling pays the bills. I do charity work with the homeless at a soup kitchen too."
"Wow!"

I'm impressed. She did not seem the type to do this kind of work.

"Long story."
"I have time."

I move my hands about, reminding her I'm still tied up. She laughs.

"How did you get into modeling, anyway?"
"Truth be told, circumstances. I met this photographer by accident at an occasion; he talked of his trade, I got interested. He wanted to know my age. When I said nineteen, he didn't believe me."
"You look young."
"I do. Anyway, I was seventeen. He said he did nudes, so he couldn't do me until I was eighteen. I did some modeling for him, fully clothed, or in swimsuits. The day after I turned eighteen, I did my first nude shoot. It was awesome."
"Have you done porn too?"
"Only a little, and only solo stuff. Well... officially."

She laughs.

"Nothing published?"
"Nope."

A question pops into my head. I spill it out.

"Have you slept with him?"
"Peter? Oh yeah..."

She smiles.

"I take it, it was good."
"It was great... I'm into anal, and he's into that too."
"Yeah, we talked about that a little yesterday... what do you enjoy about it?"
"It's hard to describe, really... it's different than your pussy; I usually do both holes at the same time if I can."
"Does it hurt?"
"It can, yes. Some people never get used to it. I did my first anal stuff a few years ago, so I'Ve gotten used to it by now. As I said..."
"Maybe another time."
"It makes you uncomfortable?"
"A little. It's always been a... one-way for me."

Jennifer smiles. I switch topics.

"Any plans for the future."
"Not really..."
"I heard about what happened with your friend, Sarah..."
"I don't want to talk about her."
"Okay. Sorry."

For a moment, silence fills the room. Jennifer stares in the distance, then back at me.

"It's just... we've been through so much together, done so many things. I always fancied we'd hook up again... and then Jim came along."
"Boyfriend?"
"Yeah, and I don't mean to be mean, but he really screwed up my Sarah."
"Screwed her up how?"
"I don't know... he acts all shy and reserved, but he's as degenerate as any man I've ever met. I don't see why he's so special..."

I want to be comforting to her, but I know neither Jim nor Sarah.

"Do you love her?"
"I do. In a sisterly fashion... with privileges... it's complicated. I thought..."
"You thought she felt that way too."
"She did. For a while. Things changed. It's really my fault. I'm the one who broke it off."
"That's right, you used to be together."
"Yeah..."

Jennifer leans her head against my breast.

"You're very comfortable, Prissy."

I feel my heartbeat against her head very vividly.

"You can call me Princess, Jennifer."

I can't believe I just said that.

"Princess?"
"Yeah. It's... my real name."
"Really?"
"Yeah. My mother was a romantic."
"So I just had sex with a Princess?"
"A-ha! I guess you did."

Jennifer gets up from resting against me, looking into my eyes.

"Does Cassie know?"
"Of course she does. Only special people are allowed to call me Princess."

Why am I saying that?

"All right, Princess."

The name rolls off her tongue delightfully. It feels right when normally it aggravates me.

"Listen, Jennifer..."
"Just Jenn."
"Okay, Jenn. I don't know this Sarah, I don't know Jim. I only know you, and only a little..."
"In the biblical sense, maybe."

I laugh.

"Yeah. I can tell you this. You're a good person. I'm sure Sarah did not mean to hurt you, but these things happen. I just... broke up with someone recently too."
"You did?"
"Someone too overbearing. It was passionate, but there was no real connection. Only sex."
"I've never had any real connection with anyone but Sarah."
"And I've never had any real connection with anyone period."

We stare at each other, trying to peer into one another's soul. Something is trembling inside me, something completely unfamiliar. My body wants to run away but it can't. My mind is telling me not to trust my instincts. My heart is telling me to kiss her. I listen to the third one and kiss Jennifer on the lips. It's not the same type of kiss I usually give as a prelude for sexual activity. It's a committed kiss, the kind which I can't give to Marq, which I couldn't give to Suzy. I'm getting swept away by the emotion.

Fortunately for me, Jennifer seems more able to hold back.

"Princess, I... I'm not ready."
"Okay... I understand."
"I'm flattered but..."
"It's okay. I understand."

For some unknown reasons, tears are forming into my eyes. Jennifer notices them and wipes them away.

"You're not going to cry, are you?"

I remember one time when I cried. When she left me; my former girlfriend, after that one time we made love. I cried for three whole days. Marq couldn't bring me tissues fast enough. I feel the same kind of rejection I felt that day. I shouldn't, but I do. That kiss was committed, but I have no right to impose it on Jennifer. Didn't I just inflict a heartbreak upon Suzy? It serves me right to be heartbroken in return.

Unexpectedly, Jennifer kisses me back, in the same fashion I just did. Her kiss is deep, involved and intense, the kind of kiss you give someone on your wedding day. She pulls away, staring only into my eyes.

"Jenn?..."
"Yes Princess..."

I can't speak. My words won't leave my throat. I'm parched.

"I... I need water."

Jennifer starts to laugh.

"Hang on!"

She gets up and hurries out of the room. She returns with Claire (still naked) and the key. They unlock my arms. I stare at Jennifer, still a little stunned from the kiss she just gave me. Jennifer massages my wrists as Claire tells us to join them for breakfast. Once we're alone, Jennifer leans into me.

"Princess, I... won't promise anything. I'm still shaken up. But I feel something... do you?"
"Jenn I do..."

I can't believe how fast it clicked with this girl, while nothing happened with Suzy. I'm almost looking at a mirror image of myself. I've always been something of a narcissist; I guess I can only fall in love with myself. Jennifer is the closest thing I'Ve ever seen.

"So?..."
"So..."

Jennifer puts a hand on my shoulder.

"I need to sort things out with Sarah... but I'd like to see you again, get together, you know. Get to know you better."
"I think you already know me from the inside..."

I laugh at my comment. The sensations inside me are making me uneasy. I remember my words from last night. No complications. This is a complication, but it's one I desire. I'm still struggling with the possible notion that I might be in love with Jennifer. It's too early to tell anyway.

"I'd like to see you again too... maybe we can date?"

My question hangs in the air for a moment.

"Well... let's not call it that."
"Okay."
"Let's just say... we'll be spending time together?"
"That sounds good."

All of a sudden, I begin to wonder about me being left in the room with Jennifer last night. I feel a setup. There's no way to be sure, of course, but given what I know of Claire and mostly Cassie, I wouldn't put it past them to hook me up with a friend of theirs.

Not that I mind, given how things are turning out.

[interesting]

It's been three weeks since I broke with Sarah. Because that's what it is. A breakup. There's no denying it now.

The day after our spat, she came home while I was at Cassie and Claire's place and moved her stuff out of the apartment, most of it anyway. We have barely talked since then. We've had casual conversations, and she'll keep paying her portion of the rent until the end of the semester; this gives me a little over a month to find a new roommate or move out. It's not like our other roommates are ever there anyway.

The first few days and nights, I cried a lot. I kept thinking of what I had said to Sarah, and how I had said it. It was a stupid thing to say, and I was now paying for it, even if I still believed it was true. How could I have been so oblivious to her feelings? Claire and Cassie had helped me see the error in my actions, albeit too late.

I thought maybe Sarah would come back and we'd apologize to each other and get back together. She dropped in, unexpectedly a few times. I waited for her to initiate the dialogue but she never did. Clearly, she doesn't want to be my friend anymore. I can live with that. It's just hard to believe that, after all we've gone through together, it's over.

A little under two weeks ago, I went to a party and I met this new girl, a friend of Cassie from work. Princess. Everybody else calls her Prissy but I get to call her Princess. We partied a lot that night, kissed, did some daring together, then got back to Cassie's place. She always had a fantasy of taking her from behind with a strap-on, so with some assistance by Claire, she did. Then, we each got to ride that same strap-on while it was on Prissy. It was unbelievable, and I got to go first. I was so tired I slept in her bed, in her arms. And in the morning, I was so horny, we had sex again. And then we talked.

And then something happened. She kissed me and I kisser her back. And I got scared.

The only love relationship I've ever been with has been with Sarah. I've screwed an impressive number of guys and girls though (mostly girls, now that I think about it). Sarah was my first, all genders confounded. I'd almost had sex prior to that, but luckily for me, it didn't happen.

After that first night, I wanted more, and I wanted everything. So I became quite the sexaholic, if I may characterize myself as such. I've had sex with most of my friends: Bonnie, Claire, Cassie, Brad, Mary (Thomas' twin sister for those who don't know her), Kate and Pauline (both friends of Mary's). I've given so many blowjobs to Barry and Thomas I've lost count. when Sarah and I broke up some time ago, I went clubbing each night, and almost each night returned with a different person to their place for sex. That lasted about three months, so that must have been around seventy boys and girls.

And then, more recently, I had sex with Princess. My princess.

I spent the week following that night barely getting any sleep. Each night, I would lie in bed awake, masturbate to completion as many times as possible, visualizing my encounter with Princess. My princess. Today, I did a photo shoot and Peter talked to me about my absent-mindedness. I simply told him I had a lot on my mind.

"What's the name?"
"What?"
"Of the person you have on your mind."

Given all that I'd been through with Peter, I told him about Princess. I told about the night we spent together, about how good she felt and how sweet she tasted, and how I longed to fuck her again.

"Why don't you call her?"
"I don't know..."

Peter then sat me down (after having put on a robe to cover my nudity) and got me to talk about her. I told her how much she reminded me both of myself and of Sarah (Peter was aware of my fallout with my former friend).

"You should call her, Jennifer."
"I don't know. I'm still not over Sarah."
"And you'll never be over her. It's life. Why should you stop living because of one person?"

We talked a lot more that day. When I got home, I picked up the phone and called Princess - and got her answering machine. I hung up quickly and raced to my bed, burying my head in my pillow.

The phone rang and I jumped up. I answered.

"Hello?"
"Hello...? Who is this?"

It was Princess. She must have had caller identification.

"Uh.. it's Jenn. Hi."
"Hey Jenn. Haven't talked to you since Cassie. How are you?"
"Oh... uh... Good. Yeah."
"It'S nice to speak with you. What are you doing?"
"Nothing much. Hanging out. Uh..."
"You called me?"
"uh... Yeah I did."

My heart was racing at the sound of her voice; I felt my juices flowing to my pussy.

"So... what did you want?"
"Oh... uh... Nothing. Just catching up."
"Are you all right? You seem... upset."
"Oh no! Not at all... I'm glad you're on the line."
"By the way, I have an answering service, it's to leave messages, you know."

As I listened to her voice, I reached under my skirt and pulled off my panties, rubbing my fingers againts my lips.

"Okay... I'll leave a message next time."
"Great. What can I do for you?"
"Nothing much. Uh... wondering what you were doing?"
"Well, I'm at work, but I can take a few minutes to chat with my friend."

It's getting hard not to moan. I bite my lip, but my breathing is getting heavy.

"Are you sure you're all right?"

I decide to stop playing.

"No I'm not... talk to me. Talk dirty to me, please."
"What?"
"If you can... I really need it..."
"Jenn, are you playing with yourself?"
"Would it turn you on if I did?"

There is silence.

"Yes it would."
"I'm picturing you, right now, your fingers in my wet pussy."
"You like my fingers in your pussy, Jenn."
"Oh I do!"
"You like it when I play with your sex..."
"Oh God!"

I don't know what's going on at her end. I only know I want to hear her voice as I bring myself to orgasm.

"You like it when I massage your clit."

As she speaks, I move my fingers to my clit, letting the sensation build up inside me.

"I'm eating you all out right now."

My mind pictures her face at my crotch, her tongue inside my pussy.

"Don't stop... oh God! Don't stop!"
"Come for me, Jenn. Come for Princess."

These words take me over the edge. I rub harder as the orgasm rides me all over, paralyzing me for a moment as I moan loud and long.

"Oh Sweet God, Princess! Oh...."

I fall back on my bed, bringing my fingers to my mouth, tasting them. I can almost taste her now.

"Oh... I'm sorry... I just..."
"Jenn, it's okay. I'm glad you called."
"I want to see you again."
"when?"
"Now."

I hear her shy laughter over the phone.

"That might be difficult. I get off at five."
"I want to get you off now."
"Jenn... I can drop by your place when I finish."
"Oh... please do."

I give her my address.

"I have to go now... see you soon."
"Soon."

We hang up. I lie back on the bed. I'm shivering. I get under the covers, taking everything off. I fall asleep.

I wake up. My mind is confused; my eyes stare at the clock.
6:30PM. Oh no! Princess!

I hurriedly get up, put on my silk robe and head for the door. It's locked. No! I open it. No note. No memo. I go to my phone. No messages. No! Maybe on the email? But she doesn't have my email adress. No! I pick up the phone to call her. But I missed our rendez-vous. No! She probably came, knocked on the door and I didn't answer, and Sarah wasn't there and neither were my other roommates. No! I start sobbing as I move about the apartment, getting dressed. I have to find her. I have to explain it to her. She just gave me so much pleasure over the phone I fell asleep and woke up late. No! This is not fair!

I run out the door, still buttoning my shirt, my shoes in one hand, not even bothering to lock the door. Why don't I just call her? Where is she? It's not like I can track her just like that.

As I exit the building, I freeze. She's in the parking lot, sitting on the hood of a car, eating something. No! I try to control my sobbing but I can't anymore. The stress of it all is getting to me. I collapse in the entrance, thirty feet from her car, unable to get up. First Sarah, now her. I screw up everything!

I don't even hear the footsteps getting near me.

"Jenn?"

I look up. She is there. My eyes are full of water, and I just start crying some more.

"Are you all right?"
"No!..."

She leans in against me. I try to push her away but I have no strength.

"Come on, let's get you back to your apartment. I was getting worried about you."
"Don't touch me."
"What?"
"Don't touch me... I'm a bad person."

She takes a momentary step back, but then leans in again and helps me up.

"Come on, Jenn. COme on."

I don't have the strength to resist so I let her drag me to my apartment.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."

The emotion has been building up in me for months, and now it's exploding like a geyser, unstoppable, inconsolable. Princess does most of the work as she returns me to my apartment.

She closes the door and leans me against my couch. She hurries to the bathroom and retrieves a wet washcloth, which she uses to cool me down.

"I'm sorry I was sleeping and I never heard you and you're gonna be mad and I'm a bad person and..."
"Ssshhh..."

She calms me down, kissing me on the forehead, caressing my hair. I stop whimpering and remain quiet, letting out a sob once in a while. She says nothing; she just keeps taking care of me in the silence of my apartment, kissing my forehead or cheeks once in a while. I finally manage to quell the tears and blow my nose, getting some control over my emotions. I don't think anyone has seen me this vulnerable in forever. I don't like it when people see me like this, but at this point, Princess' presence is a blessing.

"I'm sorry..."
"About what?"
"About... not being there when you got here and..."
"What do you mean?"
"I was sleeping. You ended at five. It's six thirty."
"And?"
"Well... you got here and I was sleeping so I didn't hear you."
"So I went to get some food and came back. I called your phone but you don't have call answering."

I want to start crying again.

"No, it's not a blame. Jenn!"

She laughs and I laugh along with her.

"I'm good. I was a little worried, but you're fine. Are you?"
"Yes... you?"
"I am."

I'm smiling now for no reason. I feel silly. Why did I panic so much?

"Jenn, it's cool."
"No it's not. Oh! Princess... I'm so screwed up."
"Maybe you are. But you're not alone. I'm here."

This time, she kisses me on the lips. She feels so good. I pull away.

"No."
"No what? You don't want me to kiss you?"
"No, it's not fair. Not to you."

I can't believe the words that are coming out of my mouth. Under any other circumstance, I would be all over her, ravaging her body with my sexuality to appease my stress. I don't want to do that to her. I don't want to hurt her. I want her to mean something. I want anything to mean something in fact. I'm cold. I'm shivering. She hugs me tight.

"I feel so alone..."
"Well, you're not. Look, Jenn, I don't care if nothing more happens between you and me. Right now, you need a friend, and I'm here."

I do want things to happen between us. Lots of things. Things I can't even mention. But I want them to happen for the right reason, not just because I'm used to it - like I was with Sarah. Sarah was comfortable and secure. She was my sure thing, my safety net. She's always shielded me from everything, but she's gone now. She's moving on with her life, and it's scaring the shit out of me. But Princess is here. I'm not alone.

"I don't want you to leave..."
"I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."
"Ever..."
"As long as I can remain here, I will."

I hug her tight. Memories of my childhood are resurfacing. My first foster home. My second foster home. My third foster home, the one that lasted. The one that almost got me killed. Daniel. Janice. I miss you both so much. Why did we lose track? But I know why. I know why I feel abandoned, why I cling to Sarah and why I pushed her away when I felt her abandoning me? She wasn't abandoning me. She was moving ahead with her life.

"I'm hungry."
"There's still some food leftover for you. I picked up dinner for two."
"You're so sweet."
"Well I am a Princess."

She hurries to her car and returns with the food. Cold fries and chicken, but I don't care. It's the best tasting food I've ever had. We sit down at the kitchen table and I wolf it down in her face. She simply smiles at me.

"I don't mean to be so much trouble..."
"You're no trouble, Jenn. I just wish I could help you."
"I have a lot of baggage, a lot of shit, Princess. I don't want to inflict that on anyone."
"Well, tough luck, because I'm here and I'm not leaving."

I stare at her.

"Okay."

I go back to eating and finish my meal. We get up and go back to the living room. We sit down next to each other.

"Want to talk about it?"
"I don't know. It's... dammit, it's just I want... I don't know what I want."
"Same thing as everyone, Jenn. You want to be happy."

I stare into her eyes and lose myself there for a moment. I kiss her gently, then lean my head against her shoulder.

"I'm just going through so much at the same time, and losing Sarah, it brings back a lot of memories."
"You want to share?"
"Did you know I was adopted?"
"No."
"Three families in fact. My parents - real parents - died in a car crash. I was bumped around some families until I was eight, then legally adopted."
"Oh... I'm sorry about your parents."
"Never really knew them, but... and the new family, the last family was cool. The other two, not so much."
"Okay."
"I had siblings too, a brother and a sister. We did a lot of stuff together... good stuff, bad stuff... things I'm not proud of. Things that got my adopted parents angry at me, at us all..."
"What kind of stuff?"
"Nothing... I want to talk about. Right now. Let's just say, they tolerated my presence until I finished high school, then I was out on the street. Sarah saved me."
"And now she's gone."
"She's moving on, and we've sort of... been together ever since the end of high school."
"You must love her so much."

I turn to Princess, my princess. I look into her eyes.

"I did. But she loves someone else now. That can't be helped."

I kiss her.

"Right now, Sarah's not important."

I straighten myself and sit in Princess' lap, facing her.

"Right now, you're here and she's not."

I want to kiss her. I want to have sex with her right now. That's what I always do when I feel down. I have sex. Lots and lots of sex. I have sex quite often. I must be a really depressive person.

I force myself to hold back. I remain there, staring at Princess, into her eyes.

"Jenn?"
"I want to look at you."
"Okay."

I examine the details of her face. Her hair is wavy, a little messy, covering her ears. I brush her hair aside and expose her left ear. The earlobe is slightly dangling from the golden earring on it. A little triangle. Reminds me of a pussy. Her eyebrows are plucked. I see a little imperfection on her forehead, brushing my thumb against it. Her eyes are deep, staring into mine, trying to understand what I'm doing. She wears eyeshadow, so light it's barely visible. Her nose ridge protrudes from her face, sharp and defiant. Her cheeks are rosy; the blush covering it is natural. I go to her chin; a small dimple is there, but I ignore it. Her lips. She's wearing lipstick, again a light color which accentuates her natural look. She is beautiful. She is gorgeous. She is my princess.

"What are you doing?"
"Seeing what I'm usually missing."
"What?"

It's always been too fast for me. I get aroused at nothing. My pussy fills up with juices at the mere notion of sexuality. Guys (or girls) literally have no work to do on me. Maybe that's why I like anal sex. It takes more time to get it to work. It makes the event more memorable and last longer. I'm probably overthinking everything.

"Princess."
"What?"
"I love you."

It's her turn to blush.

"I don't know how much, and I don't know what it implies, but I love you."
"I... I love you too, Jennifer."
"I... don't want to have sex."
"What?"
"Not yet... I'm horny as hell but... listen to me. A few moments ago, I was all over the room, crying. Now, all I can think about is you... and me, together."
"That's not wrong."
"I want you to be different, Princess. I want to care."
"So care."
"But... I've only ever cared for one other person in my life. I don't know how."
"Sure you do."

Princess looks away for a moment, gathering her thoughts.

"When you care about someone, it just happens. You can't force, but you can fight it. That's what you've been doing all this time, I think. You'Ve been fighting against your desire to love. Maybe. Sex is one thing, but love... that'S something else entirely. You can always love without sex... and you can probably have sex without love, but it's not the same."

She leans into me, kissing me.

"We don't need to have sex, if you don't feel like it."

I close my eyes. I want to listen to my heart for a change, not my hormones. This has to be more than just sex. I'm tired of being alone; I want to care for someone that won't leave me.

As it turns out, my heart and my hormones seem to be in agreement. Something unexpected is occuring.

"Make love to me, Princess. Here. Now."

And so she does. And possibly for the first time in my life, I'm content as she plays with me, as she explores my body with her own, as she discovers my centers of pleasure and provides me with ecstasy and release, first in my living room, then in my bed. And then I return the favor; I explore her sexuality with my own, and together, we revisit territories which would normally be familiar, but are now taking on a whole new perspective. And once we're done, once we're both sweating under the sheets, huddled together, our breasts compressed on our chests, as we kiss after our intercourse, it dawns on me that my princess has delivered me from my prison.
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And so ends The Matching Game...

But things are not over yet.

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The final chapter of the Trials storyline, For Our Friends, begins after the end of the Winter Semester. Our friends have been through a lot in the past four months.

Sarah and Jim have had their hands full with Jennifer at first; Sarah's eagerness to push Jim into newer and more daring situations has almost cost her the relationship she has with him twice; once right before Spring Break, when Jim snapped and refused to perform intercourse on Jennifer; the other after Spring Break, after their inevitable threesome, where Jim once again panicked. The events of Spring Break and the orgy with the visiting girls from Las Vegas probably didn't help his psyche either. In order to save her relationship, Sarah decided to focus on Jim, which led to a confrontation with Jennifer. For weeks now, the two former best friends have been at odds, with Sarah moving out of the apartment and into Jim's place.

Jennifer's life hasn't been a picnic either; despite fulfilling her fantasy of sleeping with her photographer during Spring Break, the events with Sarah and Jim have brought her to the brink.

Sarah's former boyfriend, Brad, has finally rekindled with his lover Brigitte, but things were not as clear as they seemed, as it was revealed that Brigitte is suffering from a mental illness. This has forced Brad to rethink his slave/master relationship with his girlfriend; this also forced Sarah to revisit disturbing events from her own past.

Barry and Bonnie have been doing their own thing, going on an erotic vacation together and redefining the parameters of their limits. Despite some stress along the way, their couple seems to have been strengthened from it.

Claire and Cassie also seem to have it made, despite Claire's difficulties in dealing with the breakup of her parents and the conflicted emotions she feels for her father. While trying to be supportive, Cassie was also entertaining fantasies about a co-worker, the loveable Prissy, fantasies which were brought to fruition during games.

Ironically, the breakup between Sarah and Jennifer created a chance encounter where Prissy and Jennifer met up, and decided to spend some time together. When Jennifer collapsed from the stress, it was Prissy who picked her up.

As for Thomas, it's been a bumpy ride with a confusing Jimmy, who himself rationalizes everything he does, until he is confronted with the inescapble possibility that he might be attracted to Thomas, thus making him gay. But Jimmy doesn't want to be gay.

And so it goes that lives keep moving forward, and the circles of separation between these individuals are not really that distant. For each life thus affected interacts with another, and the web of intrigue spins upon itself, reaching its inevitable conclusion.

But in this case, the spider may not be whom everyone believes...
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I have said this elsewhere before, but I have received no comments on it, so I'm reposting it here:

The upcoming story will conclude all the lingering elements of the storylines. So if you have any questions about anything that's happened so far, any elements left unsaid or unspoken, now is the time to bring them up.

And for your information, the final section of Trials of Friends will simply be entitled For Our Friends, and will be narrated (mostly) by your favorite narrator (see previous poll) Jim, although there will be sidebars by most of the characters. They will almost all be there : Jim, Sarah, Jennifer, Barry, Bonnie, Cassie, Claire, Prissy, Thomas, Jimmy, Brad and Brigitte.

If you'd like, I can also include any other character I've introduced in this storyline either as a cameo, or as a sidebar (as in what is happening to them now)? You have lots of options: Peter, Marq, Suzy, Julie, Kamara, Sandy, Marlene, Claudia or Susan.

Feel free to PM me any suggestions or simply insert them in this thread. I'll work with my ideas plus whatever you provide.

Good reading, and I eagerly await your recommendations!

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It has been over a month now and Brigitte is feeling much better. She's taking her medication and her mood has returned to something acceptable. We haven't done any of our usual activities in bondage and submission, but it's better this way for the moment. I miss it though. I always found it relaxing and she always enjoyed bossing me around. Right now, I have to be the responsible one in the group, and I'm really not into domination.

It was probably the hardest thing I had to deal with when I spoke to Brigitte's doctor. He inquired as to what was happening in her life, and what changes had come upon us. I felt it was medically relevant to tell him about our lifestyle. He was more understanding than I'd imagined, but he did stress out the fact that activities such as these reinforce certain character traits at the expense of others, and people with Brigitte's medical condition need more stability than the rest; hence the cutting back.

Brigitte has since offered apologies to everyone she might have hurt. When we got back together in January, after roughly six months apart, she felt so high and so good that she believed she was cured and she didn't need to take her medication anymore; I was to provide her with the relief she needed. It was a rationalization, something the disease makes her do sometimes. She's more aware of it now, and she sincerely regrets her actions. I think Sarah has already forgiven her, but given what I know of Sarah, it's not surprising. I still can't thank Sarah enough for what she did for us.

The hardest part for Brigitte is the counselling. She did attempt at her own life, and as such, her doctor recommended her to a specialist. I go with her once in a while, and she talks about herself, her family, her disease. I never imagined myself in such a situation. I just wanted a relationship and someone to dominate and humiliate me. Now I have something more demanding. Yet the rewards are wonderful; seeing her improve day by day is unbelievable. I'm sorry I ever broke up with her, but I wasn't over Sarah at the time, and I really was a mess. My third accident last November finally knocked some sense into me. Yet, just when I thought things were going my way, Brigitte acted up on me. It just goes to show you're never out of the woods. I'm learning that now.

If things are looking up for me, at least in the long run, I can't say the same for all my friends. About two weeks ago, just before final exams, we had a double date with Sarah and Jim, went clubbing, and I had Sarah and Brigitte dancing close and then making out on the club couch for a while. It was a nice show, but I felt Sarah was holding back. I talked to Jim about it.

"She got into an argument with Jennifer."
"With Jenn?"
"Yeah. She moved out."
"What?"

I'd been, at that point, completely out of the loop, dealing with my own issues.

"Roughly a month ago. We... I... I can't even explain it really."
"Damn!"

Jennifer and Sarah no longer friends. My world was shattering.

About two years ago, I was going out with Sarah; we'd been together for something like five months, and I'd been privy to her games with her friends, which I didn't mind at all. Who doesn't like watching other people go at it? Anyway, one night, we drove back from a party. It was pretty late, and both Sarah and Jennifer were pretty drunk. I was designated driver so I had barely taken anything. They were sitting in the backseat, making out like crazy. I watched them go at it through the rear view mirror. At some point, I felt the need to intervene.

"Damnit, girls. Why don't you just fuck and get it over with?"

Obviously, they had taken my comment as a dare, because they asked me to stop the car on the side of the road. It was almost three in the morning. They got out of the car. Jennifer climbed on top of the hood and got undressed. Sarah dove in and started eating her out. I couldn't let that opportunity pass so I joined in on them; I lowered Sarah's panties and entered her from behind. It was the best damn sex I ever had. It was also the first time I realized Sarah didn't need me. It really wasn't any surprise when we broke up about a month later. Still, I got to fuck Jennifer that night too, on the hood of my car while Sarah watched, so that was something as well.

My point was that Sarah without Jennifer or vice versa was simply not possible in my mind. I asked for clarification and it took a lot to get Jim to admit what I suspected: a threesome. I remembered my own experience. You do it, then you hope for the best. In my case, it shattered the glass and made me lose Sarah (there were other things too). In fact, after she left me, Sarah went steady with Jennifer for about six months. Only in this case, it seemed that Sarah had opted for Jim. That was surprising to me.

"And they haven't spoken at all?"
"No they have... just not at length."
"Damn!"

The news hit me pretty bad. Later that night, I cuddled with Brigitte after sex and she told me Sarah had also informed her of the news.

"I thought those two were inseparable."
"I thought so too."

Brigitte massaged my head.

"This really bothers you."
"Yes... it does."

We didn't talk much about it afterwards, but it remained in the back of my mind. The following Saturday, I accompanied my friend Thomas to the hospital for his follow-up medical exam, following his fractures during his last fight. He seemed down, but like most of my friends, he did not want to share his troubles with me, figuring I had enough of my own, I imagine. I speculated at first it was just the issue of his wounds keeping him from the ring, possibly for another six months or more. That's when I met Peter.

When we came out of the doctor's office, there was this forty year-old man who came upon us, kissed Thomas on the lips and introduced himself to me. The face matched the name, and the reputation: Jennifer's photographer.

"I didn't know you were gay."

Immediately, I regretted my comment, but Peter just shrugged it off.

"Is it that surprising?"
"Well, you take pictures of naked girls all the time. I just assumed..."

Peter laughed it off. I was relieved not to have offended him. We went to dinner together and eventually Thomas retreated to the bathroom.

"So, Brad... is your girlfriend better?"
"How do you know about that?"
"Jennifer. I'm sorry if I'm being intrusive."
"No... it's okay I guess. Thanks for caring."
"Well I care for Jenn and Tom... so I care for their friends."
"Yeah, Brigitte's better."
"Glad..."
"I'm more worried about Tom."

Peter stares at me, seemingly understanding my concern.

"I'm worried too."
"Are you two together?..."
"Oh no! Dear God no! I could be his father."

He laughs it off.

"I just... provide comfort. Company. For the time being. Tom's a great guy."
"The best. Comfort from what?"
"Solitude. He's... well heart-broken."
"Really? Tom?"

At that moment, Thomas returned so it became difficult to continue the conversation. I managed to get more information from what I considered at the time to be an unlikely source, and somewhat by accident. The next day, I called up Sarah at Jim's place to see if she wanted to get some coffee. I wanted to get her take on the Jenn situation. I spoke to Jim instead since Sarah was out. I inquired about a lot things, and my questions eventually turned to Thomas.

"I heard Tom's heart-broken. Is that true?"
"Yeah. It's what I heard."
"What else do you know?"
"Do you know a guy named Jimmy, fellow boxer of Thomas?"
"Yeah, we saw him during Spring Break, hanging around."
"Let's just say he's sending mixed signals Tom's way."
"Oh!"
"And I heard from Bonnie that since the fight, Jimmy has barely spoken to Tom."
"Damn..."

My final pieces of information came from Jennifer, whom I contacted for the same reason as Sarah, only Jennifer was available, so we met for lunch that Tuesday. Oddly enough, she seemed relatively at peace with her break up.

"It was the right thing to do, even if it hurt."
"But you and Sarah... you go so far back..."
"I know. But Brad, things change. Sarah's moving on and I need to do the same. I still love her, you know, but she loves Jim."
"Yeah. I love her too still."

Both her exes sitting together at the same time. It should have felt awkward but it didn't.

"Anyway, I met someone."
"Really? Who?"
"You wouldn't know her."
"Her?"
"Ahaha..."

Jennifer blushed.

"Yeah, a girl. She's cool. I like her a lot."
"Is it serious?"
"Not yet. Maybe. I'm scared..."
"You'll be fine. You're good with people."
"Not always."

We moved from one subject to another. I talked about Brigitte and her recovery and got compliments for it. We eventually moved on to Thomas and Jimmy.

"Tom and Jimmy have been pretty intimate."
"How intimate?"
"Well they've had sex. But Jimmy was drunk."
"Like... anal and all?"
"Yeah."
"Damn... I guess Jimmy's gay then."
"We're not sure. He may be bi, or just willing to experiment. Either way, it's tearing Tom apart, moreso than his injury."

As I gathered more information on my friends, I realized I'd been out of touch for quite a while now. I'd been working first on improving myself, then I'd had to devote my attention to my girlfriend. That process had reinforced the bonds between Brigitte and me, but I'd neglected the rest of my entourage. Then again, I'd been neglecting them for far longer than that. Before my accident, I was reveling in my anger and discontent at my situation, wether it was my breakup with Sarah, my dysfunctional family or my tendency towards alcoholism and drunk driving; when I moved past these limitations, after the accident, I reveled in my newfound sense of purpose and self-importance. I had turned all of my energies to healing my own person, but I wasn't healed yet (and still am not, but at least I work on it). I'd done some nasty things to my friends in the past, and they'd forgiven me every time. It was time I paid them back for their continued friendship and kindness. Somehow.

I left Jennifer with that resolve but without focus. That night, as I lay against Brigitte and watched her sleep, I noticed how peaceful she looked. Peace. That's what I had gained in the past few months. That's what I had been allowed to give to my lover. And that's what I wanted to give back to my friends. But again, the notion was not supported by any specific means of achieving it.

On the following Sunday, I went out for ice cream with Brigitte. We do simple things now, and we make them count. It occured to me that I found my happiness with her in simple things. I tried to apply that logic to my relationship with my friends but found it lacking. What I have with Brigitte is very different from what I have with them. I started thinking about what made them happy. I went back to our high school days. Classes sucked. Peer pressure was unnerving or downright scary. Everybody always competed with everyone else. It wasn't school, that was for sure. But I did remember happiness during those times.

I remembered my first time playing their games. I remembered how utterly humiliated I had felt, being stripped naked and forced to perform for their benefit. I also remembered the exhiliration, my first kiss with each of them, the first time one of them was dared to give me a blowjob - and boy she did (it was actually Cassie). I remembered the excitement I had felt during those activities, the carefree attitude and the bravado that had accompanied them. I remembered necking with Thomas. I remembered the first time I had fucked Sarah. All these things were coming up to the surface, claiming their rightful place in my heart and mind. I had been happy, and so had they been.

The answer was simply too obvious to be seen without some distance. I turned to Brigitte, who had been contemplating me staring into the distance while my ice cream melted over my hand.

"Better wash that up."
"uh-huh."
"What's on your mind, Brad? Friends again?"
"Yeah. Sorry."
"It's okay. I know you worry."

We kissed.

"I think... maybe... I have an idea."
"Go on."

I told her about my more recent thoughts. She listened silently as I explained my conclusions.

"I want to set up a game."
"Sure... no problem."
"There's a problem, Brigitte."
"They won't talk to each other?"
"No... Well yes, but... The thing is, I've never been the one to setup the games. I'm always the... recipient. The victim."
"You like being the victim."

I laugh as she smiles at me.

"I do. But this time, I need to take an active role. I need to call them up, set up a time and date, and basically run the show."
"Well you don't need to do it alone, silly. Maybe you can get some help."
"You'd help me?"
"Of course I would. You've told me so much about these games I'd sure love to play. But I've never done anything like this. I'm more into... you know."

My mind raced to find a candidate among my friends. Someone I could trust with this project, someone who could see it through. A few names came to mind, but only one appeared to me capable of putting it together and bringing all the warring factions to coexist peacefully. I bit back my ego. I didn't like relying on him, but in reality, he was the logical choice. Sooner or later, I'd have to handle my feelings towards him.

I called him up, and much to my surprise, he agreed. So we started planning and before I knew it, we had set a date. He took care of inviting everyone and surprisingly, everyone invited agreed to be there.

And that was how I came to organize our next get together. Something I wanted to do, as I said to Jim, for our friends.

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You can imagine my surprise when Brad called me up the other day. He's not my favorite person in the world, given all he's put Sarah through in the past, but he is on the road to self-improvement so I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. He didn't seem too fond of talking to me either, but he said I was the best man for the job. Naturally, I inquired what type of job.

"Bottom line, Jim, we both know our friends are in dire straits."
"If you want to call it that."
"And I was thinking of a way to help resolve that."
"Like what?"
"Well... I want to get them together to have fun."
"Like a party."
"well... More like games."

Games. An almost dreaded word on my part. Games had partly gotten me into the mess I was in myself. Mind you, the real problem currently laid with Sarah, but I still felt somewhat unnerved at what had happened between Jennifer and myself. I was working through it though.

"By games, you mean..."
"Exactly that. Games. You know, Truth or Dare, spin the bottle, tag... whatever works."
"And how can I assist in that?"
"Well, to be honest Jim, I've been out of the loop. But you haven't. You've talked to Jenn, and Sarah, and Tom and Jimmy, and the others too. You know what's going on."
"Uh-huh."
"I wanted to ask you... to call them. Get them together. You know?"

At that point, I wanted to say no and hang up. But I remembered Sarah's smile a few weeks back, lying in Jennifer's arms as I stared at them, resting after a sexual encounter. Sarah had not smiled like that in weeks. She wanted to say it was over with Jennifer but in truth, it wasn't. I'd decided that I wouldn't have sex with anyone but Sarah (the orgy had thought me a lot about my own limitations) for a while, but I was still okay with letting Sarah have some fun on the side. But the disagreement with Jennifer had quelled that fire as well. I could tell Sarah was pretending to be content, while she secretly pined away for lost opportunities. I wanted to be happy she wanted to be exclusive with me, but I felt it was too early and too fast, or at the very least certainly too drastic.

"So who do you want me to call?"
"Everyone."
"Everyone?"
"You know, all our friends."

I thought of Thomas and Jimmy and how their relationship was stalling. I thought of Barry and Bonnie, who had shared with us a few tidbits of their trip without going in too deep. I thought of Claire and Cassie, getting 'married' in Florida. I thought mostly of Jennifer and Sarah, and I pictured them getting it on. I was actually missing that sight as well. I even thought of Brigitte and Brad, and the progress they were both making.

"Fine."
"You'll do it?"
"I'll call them. I can't make promises though."
"Thanks man. I owe you."

With that, we ended the conversation. It took me a few moments to understand what I had agreed to. Somehow, I needed to get all these people to sit down together. I decided it was best to start with those people which I knew would cause trouble. And the most easy person to speak to was Sarah.

That night, we watched the superhero porn movie she had bought me. We then watched the one we had shot, with her as Supergirl and Jennifer as Batgirl. I'd managed to complete the montage a week before. Sarah watched it absent-mindedly. I inserted commentaries during the viewing, commenting on their roleplay, how they worked so well together. Sarah did not pick up the hints so I had to improvise further.

"You know, that was one of the good things that came out of that. You two looked so good together."
"Wasn't much good came out of it."
"I'm not so sure, Sarah. Think about it. I know more about my sexuality now than I did before. I know what I want, what I like."
"And we both got burned for it."
"We're still here. Still together. Look, Sarah, I've said this before, but I'll repeat it. Jennifer made a mistake and she knows it. She's willing to apologize."
"I know she is."
"Then why don't you call her?"
"Because I don't want to feed into her addiction to me anymore. She just won't let go."

For a moment, I'm at a loss for words.

"You know what you need?"
"What?"
"You need to go back in time."

Sarah looks at me, not understanding what I mean.

"Sarah, I screwed up your relationship. I know you don't want to hold it against me, and I'm glad you don't, but I came in between you two, and you had to choose. I'm glad you chose me, but at what cost?"
"She's never been my friend."
"That's not true. She cares about you so much, she's scared of losing you. And she's losing you now. You want to prove her right?"
"What do you want me to do?"
"Play with her."
"What?"
"You heard me. You used to play these games together, having fun, no consequence. They defined your relationship. You need to revisit those games."

I go all out.

"Brad wants us to set up a Truth or Dare event. He wants everyone to be there. That means you and Jennifer too."

Sarah stares at me; her expression is neutral.

"Frankly, I want you to go. I want you to have fun. You've been down ever since. I love living with you, having you here every morning and night, but you're not truly happy... not yet."
"You want me to play Truth or Dare with Jennifer?"
"And me. And the others. Please, Sarah..."

For a moment, she hesitates. She then bows her head.

"I'll go. But not for her. For you."
"That's good enough."
"Besides, if we are going to play Truth or Dare, I have a few questions I want to ask her..."

And with that, I got Sarah on board. We didn't have sex that night, but we cuddled a lot and I massaged Sarah's shoulders and neck until she went to sleep.

I decided my next target should be Jennifer, but before I could contact her, Bonnie called me up to get some news on Sarah. It was the perfect time to invite her and Barry.

"Wow! I can't believe she agreed."
"I know. We'll have to careful, though, and keep an eye on her."
"We'll do. Just set it up. Me and Barry will be there."

Two more were on board. I called Jennifer, got her answering machine so I asked her to call me back. We managed to meet in a café the next day. I went to meet her alone, though I did not hide it from Sarah. When I got there, she seemed to be in good spirits. I was hopeful she would be understanding. As it turned out, I did not have cause to worry.

"A game? Sure. Why not?"
"You know Sarah will be there."
"I know. Listen Jim, I'm sorry if I hurt you in anyway."
"You seem sincere."
"I've had an... epiphany. I just wish Sarah would return my calls."
"She sure can hold a grudge."

We talked about the events we had shared together.

"Do you regret sleeping with me, Jim?"
"In hindsight, not really. You're important to Sarah, and she wanted me to have sex with you. I did it for her mostly, even though I had lots of fun doing it."
"Me too. I was a bit harsh about your performance."
"You were just teasing."
"Still..."

I smile.

"What went wrong?"
"I don't really know. Spring Break. It wasn't you alone, it was everything. Sarah wanted me to have sex so I did. In excess. There came a point where I would have fucked anybody. That didn't feel right to me."
"And the threesome."
"It was more or less the same. It was good to have sex with you both, but it left me a little hollow. Like my relationship with Sarah had less meaning."
"I've never seen it that way, but I'm beginning to understand why some people might."
"I am sorry for leading you on, Jennifer."
"Yeah, well... there's plenty of blame to go around."

Later on in the conversation, Jennifer brought something up.

"This party...?"
"Yes?"
"Can I bring someone over?"
"I don't see why not... Who?"
"It's a surprise. A friend."

I thought about it.

"Sure. Why not? As long as that friend knows what he's getting into."
"Oh! She'll know."

We ended the conversation on a high note. As we were leaving the café, she asked me to go back to her car. I sat down on the passenger's side. She handed me some stuff for Sarah which Sarah had been meaning to go pick up. She then leaned in and kissed me passionately.

"What was that for?"
"A peace offering."

When Sarah asked me how my meeting with Jennifer had gone, I remained evasive, simply handing her the stuff. Sarah became all pensive. Jennifer was removing Sarah's stuff from the apartment. That night, Sarah huddled against me and cried a little before falling asleep. The reality of her actions had just begun to dawn on her. She suddenly realized her breakup might be irreversible. She had indeed precipitated it.

Thomas and Jimmy were next on my list, and they posed the greatest challenge. I did not know how to get in touch with Jimmy directly, and I did not want to bother Thomas with that detail. It turned out I did not have to. I managed to find Jimmy at the gym where both he and Thomas trained. I was a little reluctant to go in there alone, given that I did not know how Jimmy would react to seeing me, but I felt I needed to try for Thomas' sake.

I met up with Jimmy as he was pounding the punching bags. He barely acknowledged my presence at first. When he moved away, he waved hello to me but without emotion. It was probably the most awkward moment of my life, as I followed him to the locker, watching him get undressed and head for the shower as we talked.

"So wadda ya want, Jimbo?"
"I want to talk to you about Thomas."
"Ain't nuthin' to talk 'bout."
"I believe there is."

I waited for a moment until we were alone in the locker room.

"Look, Jimmy, you can't deny there's something between you and Tom."
"Nothin' goin' on."
"We know you were intimate."
"So? Whassit to ya?"
"Tom is my friend. I want him to be happy. He's your friend too. You haven't paid him a visit in weeks. He misses you."
"A don't miss him."

Jimmy entered the showers. I followed him in, anxious not to get wet but unwilling to stop the conversation there.

"Jimmy... at least go talk to Tom."
"Why? So a can be a sissy, like him?"
"You didn't care about that before. Why do you care now?"

Jimmy stared at me. I saw his naked form, his cock half erect, almost pointing at me.

"Look man, ain't nuthin' wrong about bein' fruity."
"So long as it's not you."
"I ain't gay!"

Jimmy raised his voice, then looked around, afraid someone heard him. His voice spelled shame.

"Why is it so hard for you to admit you like Thomas?"
"Man..."

He remained unresponsive. I stared at Jimmy. An idea dawned on me, something crazy and far-fetched, something worthy of Sarah, something with a high rate of success.

"Jimmy, you like bargaining?"
"Sure..."
"All right. I'll make you a deal."
"What kind of deal?"
"We're setting up a game with the gang... Tom's friends... we want you to be there."
"Okay. What's the deal?"
"Right now, you can ask me anything... Anything at all. If I do it, you'll agree to go to the game with me."
"What?"
"Seriously. Anything. Thomas' well being means that much to me, and I think it does to you too. You just don't want to admit it. So here's the deal. Ask me anything - if I do it, you agree to go to the party and play alongside us."

Jimmy has always been adversarial. He values confrontation. I was playing into his game, but I didn't care at this point. I knew Jimmy was only holding back because of face. But if he made a deal, he'd have to honor it. He would save face.

"Okay... want a deal? Okay."

I awaited patiently his words.

"I wanna fuck you in the ass."

I froze. I figured he was going to ask me something twisted, but never anything like this. I'd never done anything remotely like this, let alone with a guy. I was paralyzed with fear.

"Here, now. I wanna fuck you in the ass."

Did I care enough about Tom to submit myself to this? The hesitation was apparent in my whole body. My challenge had been slapped back in my face. Jimmy was going all out.

"That's the deal, man."

I swallowed my pride. I tucked away my fear. Damn me and my big mouth. Damn me and my high ideals. I removed my t-shirt and tossed it to the wet floor. I couldn't think about this. I'd just do it and get it over with. It's what Sarah would do. Damned be the consequences. I reached for my belt, undid the buckle, unclasped the button and unzipped my pants. I pulled them down and took them off, leaving them on the floor. My socks followed. I ignored the noises of the gym and the fact that someone might walk in at any time.

Jimmy stared at me, somewhat bewildered at my reaction. I paused for a moment before removing my underwear and tossing it far. I walked towards Jimmy, who was hard as a rock by then, staring at my naked body. I must admit to being slightly turned on by the event, even if it terrified me to no end. I didn't think. I merely moved about. I leaned my face against the wall, presenting my ass to Jimmy.

"If you're gonna do it, then do it."

My bravado surprised me. I felt his presence nearing me; I felt the tip of his hard cock against my lower back. I was getting hard myself, but it was mostly from the oddity of the situation, from the utter irrationality of it. Jimmy leaned in, setting his shaft in between my cheeks, his tip against my lower back. I sensed his hands grabbing my butt cheeks, gently splitting them apart. Don't think. Just let him do what he will. It will hurt. Ignore the pain. His fingers neared my hole without touching it. I focused on the water pouring over me.

I felt Jimmy's kiss on my neck and expected him to proceed, but he suddenly backed off.

"Damn man... ya'd do this for Tommy?"
"I would. So fuck me. In the ass. Now."

The words were strong but my heart was shaking. Jimmy leaned back in against me, his tip somewhere between my butt cheeks, a little too high. I felt tears swelling up inside. I anticipated the pain. I anticipated the penetration.

It did not come. Instead, I felt Jimmy pulling away.

"No way man... no way."
"what?"

I turned to face him.

"Can't do it man. Ya win."

I could not hold back the tears; they flowed slowly but they came. Jimmy walked over to me and hugged me. I'd never been held by a naked man before. It felt surreal. His hard cock rested against me, the liquid from his tip touching my lower stomach. Somehow, it didn't bother me at the time. I felt safe in his arms.

"Sorry man... you win."
"You'll go. You'll be there?"
"Man, a can't faze ya... you somethin' special."

I sensed my own hard dick and suddenly felt incredibly turned on. Jimmy noticed my reaction. I blushed, but I simply stared at both our cocks. We were barely inches apart.

"Wanna wank?"

I almost burst laughing. He grabbed his shaft and started tugging on it. I did the same. For the next few minutes, we stared at each other, masturbating. I shot my load first; it landed on his stomach. He shot his moments later, right on mine. Something new for my stories. For a moment, I remained still as my dick got limp again.

"Thanks Jimmy... for not..."
"Ah! No sweat. You got me beat all the way man. Sorry 'bout scarin' ya and all."
"I'm good now. I can count on you?"
"Yea... Ya can count on me."

I leaned in again against him and actually kissed him on the lips. It didn't go any further than that, but it helped me deal with the stress I had just been through. I couldn't wait to share the event with Sarah. I retrieved my wet clothes.

"Hey Jimbo?"
"Yes Jimmy."
"S'not easy for someone like me, ya know."
"I know."
"Tom's cool and all but... ya know."
"I know."

We stared at each other for a moment in silence. I was glad to have confronted Jimmy before talking to Thomas. If nothing else, the encounter had given me an insight into how Jimmy worked. There was so much fear in him. I wondered at its roots, but now was not the time.

That night, I had sex with Sarah like it was a new experience, like I was a virgin again. Afterwards, I told her about my meeting with Jimmy and she was thoroughly impressed.

"I didn't think I had it in me, either. But I really wanted to win."
"I'd have been good if you had had sex with Jimmy, you know that?"
"I know. But I wasn't ready. Maybe I'll never be. It felt odd to be both terrified and stimulated at the same time."
"You're learning a lot these days."

Sarah decided she'd get in touch with Claire and Cassie, so that only left Thomas to me. Since Thomas had sided with Jennifer in the quarrel, Sarah did not feel comfortable contacting him. I called him up and invited myself over to his place, bringing some food along. Thomas was only too happy to get a visitor. He talked a lot about the movies he'd watched on television recently. I cut to the chase.

"You're bored."
"God man, yes!"

We got to talking about the fight and how he'd been knocked down.

"It's funny, Jim. I was midway through the fight, hanging solid, and suddenly I saw Jimmy in the crowd, and I didn't want to fight anymore. I wanted to get off the ring and just hug him. He was rooting for me like no one else."
"You know he cares about you."
"I don't know."
"He does. But Tom, you have to remember how hard you told me it was for you, coming out."
"I mean, what are the chances that two blokes like us are gonna meet, share the same interests, you know... and both be... you know?"
"Homosexual?"
"Yeah."

I hugged Thomas.

"I don't know what Jimmy's been through, but it's left him scared and vulnerable. He plays tough, but you make him feel good... maybe weak. He doesn't like that."
"It's not my fault."
"I know it isn't, but Tom... He's hurting, and confused, and in denial of his feelings for you. I don't think he's very comfortable with feelings in general."
"Understatement of the year."

I got to talking about the party and told him Jimmy had agreed to attend, provided that Thomas be present too. I neglected to mention as to how Jimmy had agreed to the deal.

"He wants to see me."
"He does. But you'll have to take it slow. You'll have to... adopt him. He isn't as confident in his sexuality as you are."
"I'm not half as confident as I pretend to be."
"And he's not even half of that."
"Yeah. I know. I'm pushing it, aren't I?"
"I think there's something there. I just think you need to think and talk this through. Together. The games will help you do that, hopefully."
"And he'll be there."
"On his word."

It took me less than a week to convince everyone to attend. I contacted Brad and told him the good news. In the meantime, he'd done his own scouring and had managed to find a place where we could have our games in an intimate setting. Of course, Brigitte and he would attend as well.

When I sat back down with Sarah that night, I asked her if she was still willing to go through with it?

"Given all the effort you've put into this, Jim, I have to go. I'll be honest. I'm not looking forward to seeing Jennifer again. I think there will be shouting and nasty things will be said. But I'll go. For you. I'm making you live with my unreasonable anger, and it has to stop."

That night, we made love on the couch, watching our homemade superhero porn movie. It was the one truly good thing that had come out from all of this. After all, if we were super heroes, weren't we supposed to save the day? I was certainly hoping for a happy ending. If only the man upstairs would allow it.

[interesting]

In the first week of the month of May, we met at the hotel early in the afternoon. Apparently, through some connections, Brad had managed to get us into the honeymoon suite of a local hotel, not something extremely chic, mind you, but a very spacious loft overlooking the swimming pool from the third floor. The price was a steal and we decided we'd split the costs evenly. Given that we'd be twelve, it didn't amount to much. Brad and I were the first to arrive on the scene; our lovers would arrive later together.

The first thing we did was make sure that we wouldn't be interrupted except for emergencies. After clearing the details with the hotel staff, we moved into the suite. There was a large living room, a fully stocked kitchen, a large bedroom and a bathroom with a walk-in shower.

"This is a really nice place."
"You gotta make your connections work for you."

We moved the furniture about so we could sit in a circle; we prepared some snacks for later and made sure the place was fully stocked with booze.

Once we were done, we sat down in silence. I still harbored some resentment towards Brad for what he had put Sarah through, but I decided I did not want that to linger between us anymore. I made the first step.

"Okay."
"Okay what?"
"I'm just going to say it. Brad, I don't like you."

He looked away. I continued.

"That being said, I'm not unwilling to change my mind, if you can impress me. And you have so far. Sarah thinks you have improved and I want to believe her."

Brad seems to stare at the door as he speaks.

"Look, Jim... I don't really like you either. Except that... Sarah does."

He then turned to me.

"Did you know she was my first girlfriend?"
"No."
"When we first met, I got invited over to their games. They needed a... scapegoat. And I'm good like that. I'm a good victim. I got involved with Sarah through those games, you know, but we were never... exclusive with each other."
"You had sex with other people while you were with her?"
"More like she had sex with other people while I was with her."

I try not to smile. Sarah hasn't changed much in two years.

"After a while, to be honest, I got fed up with it. I wanted her for myself... She ended up spending more time with Jennifer than me."
"I think I can relate."
"I don't think you can. She's not like that with you."
"What do you know?"
"Oh! I know. I see her, the way she talks about you, the way she looks at you. She never looked at me like that, and that pisses me off."

I get on the defensive but he stops being agressive.

"That being said, I'm glad she's happy. I'm glad I'm happy. I'm getting used to you right now. Hope you're doing the same."

I smile this time.

"Brad, I'm sorry about everything you might have gone through. I know you had your reasons, and yes, I want to start over."

I get up and move to shake his hand. He gets up and we shake before speaking in a playful tone.

"I'm not hugging or kissing you though, unless it's part of the game."
"Speaking of that..."

We get to talking about the different activities we have planned. We decided we'd set up a standard game of truth or dare, then each come up with different games. We trade ideas, and decide in which order to set them up for maximum effect.

As it turns out, the standard game of truth or dare is not the first activity on the list.

"Will we have enough time to do all of it?"

Brad seems to ponder my question before answering.

"Sure. I mean, if we don't go overboard with all the stuff. I mean, we keep a timetable and all."
"Maybe it would be better if we were more flexible about it?"
"I'm used to things being really strict."

Ultimately, we decided to stick to the plan, and go as far as time and circumstances will dictate.

Sarah and Brigitte were the first to arrive, as expected. They entered the room and came over to us, kissing us simultaneously. Brigitte inquired.

"You boys been naughty?"
"Not too much."

Sarah took me aside. She seemed nervous.

"Are you all right?"
"I am... just scared."
"Scared?"
"I don't know what I'll do when I'll see Jennifer."
"Just take a deep breath. If you can't talk to her, just keep your distance."

I hugged her tight. She kissed me on the lips.

"I could go for sex right now."

She laughed as she said it. I hugged her tighter.

"Later, Sarah. I promise."

We served them something to drink and sat down in the living room. I took a moment to examine their outfits; the notion that they were surely going to be stepping out of them made my observations that much more enticing.

Sarah had chosen to wear a red camisole and matching red shorts; her entire arms and legs were exposed. She had tied her auburn hair in a ponytail. I knew for a fact her undergarments were green - unless she had changed from this morning.

Brad and Brigitte were both clad in dark colours, something not all surprising considering their tastes. Brad wore a black t-shirt and dark green pants. His dark hair was almost shaved off, but slowly growing back. Brigitte wore a black blouse and a dark red short skirt. We wore long dark stockings and high heels. Her blonde hair was curly on her head. She wore dark makeup over her eyes.

It did not take long for more of our friends to arrive. Barry and Bonnie arrived at the same time as Claire and Cassie. Kisses and greetings ensued, with some confusion as everyone went around everyone to hug and kiss, mostly on the cheeks. As each of them passed by me, I took the time to examine their outfits as well.

I was particularly looking forward to seeing Bonnie naked again. Her huge breasts had turned me on so much last time I had a desire to ride them again. Of course, we'd have to find out if circumstances allowed for it. She wore a white blouse and knee high black skirt, giving her a businesswoman look. Her short blonde hair hung loosely on her head.

Barry was sporting a red sports jacket over a blue t-shirt. He wore dark blue pants. With his military cut, the image of a soldier Superman came to my mind.

I focused a little more on Cassie and Claire. Cassie wore a long sleeveless one-piece blue dress with flower motifs. I could see the straps of her blue bra, as well as the blue socks she wore inside her blue heel shoes. Her long black hair, free upon her shoulders, accentuated the spectacle. Cassie, on the other hand, seemed dressed for action. Her black t-shirt had a caption over the chest which read: 'What Are You Looking At?' She wore low cut blue jeans, exposing her midriff and sneakers without any socks. Her reddish hair stood defiantly straight over her head, possibly held in place by gel or spray.

We sat down. Brad came over and handed their drinks to everyone. It was nice to get some news from everyone, but we decided not to delve too deeply in each other's personal lives, leaving us opportunities during the game to answer those questions which we were asking ourselves.

The next person to arrive was Thomas. He was alone, which did not necessarily mean anything. I was the one who had made the effort of contacting Jimmy, so I wasn't expecting them to arrive together. The others, however, did not seem as optimistic as I was. Given what I'd been through to convince Jimmy to come, I was sincerely hoping he would not let me down. Thomas wore a white t-shirt with a skull logo and black jeans.

Thomas received a lot of hugs as he came in. He was recovering and could move about without difficulty, but he told us he had to refrain from anything too sudden or too violent. Nobody inquired about Jimmy, which was for the better at the moment.

As we waited for the rest, Brad took out a deck of cards. Barry, Bonnie, Sarah and Brad sat down to play. Cassie and Claire took Brigitte aside for a chat. I was left alone with Thomas for a moment.

"Are you okay?"
"I'Ve been better."
"I mean, about Jimmy being here."

Thomas seemed distraught.

"I think so."
"Your face says otherwise."
"What do you want me to say, Jim? I like Jimmy, I love him, but if he won't love me back, I have to move on. I'm giving this thing one last chance, but..."

I put my hand on his shoulder.

"You don't want to lose his friendship, do you?"
"Dammit. Why did I have to fall for a guy I train with?"

I got Thomas something to drink. He went to sit with those who were playing cards. I moved into the corridor of the hotel to clear my head. There were a lot of people present, and even if I'd invited almost every one of them, I still felt overwhelmed, not only by their presence but by what we might be doing with them later on. I was still relatively uneasy due to my experiences during Spring Break, but I wanted to move past them. I felt the activity itself was a great way to recover from my ordeal. At least, I hoped it would be.

I saw Jimmy exiting the elevator. He paused for a moment, then turned to face me. He stood motionless. I walked over to him.

"Jimmy. Glad you're here."
"Wasn't sure a want'd ta go..."

He looked around as if looking for something, but I knew he was avoiding my gaze.

"Jimmy, it's cool. We're just here to have fun."
"Man, ya don't get it."
"Tell me, Jimmy. Tell me. I want to get it."

He coughed and looked as distraught as Thomas had a few moments ago.

"I can't..."
"You can't what?"

I put my hand on his shoulder.

"You can't what, Jimmy?"
"I can't be... ya know..."
"In love with Tom?"
"Nah, man... ya know... gay."

I froze.

"Hang on. You can be in love with Tom but you can't be gay?"
"Nah, man, s'just... damn man..."

I felt him backing away. I didn't want to force him to stay. I hate imposing myself on other people. And yet, he had to remain here, for both their sakes.

"Jimmy, you owe me."

He looked at me with a harsh face.

"A deal is a deal, after all..."
"Yea..."
"Look, Jimmy, I'll make you another deal. If you promise to be civil, not to get angry or mad or storm out, I'll let you have something you want. Anything."
"Man, ya know I won't take somethin' ya don't want ta give... ya already tried that."
"Just come. Just sit down. Talk with the others."
"Fine. I owe ya."

We returned to the room. I entered first and he followed me in. Everyone was pleased to see him, even Thomas, though he didn't really let it show. I decided it would be best to keep them apart for the moment, so I asked Sarah to keep an eye of Jimmy while I stuck with Thomas. I noticed Jimmy was wearing a generic red t-shirt and blue jeans, but that wasn't unusual on his part.

Jennifer was the last to get there. We heard a knock on the door and I went to answer. As I opened it, I stared at the face of a stranger.

"Hello."
"Hi!"

A moment later, another face, familiar this time, came into view.

"Hi Jim."
"Hi Jennifer. This is your friend?"
"Yes. Her name's Prissy."
"Very nice to meet you Jim."

We shook hands and I let them both in. Cassie and Claire seemed surprised to see Prissy there. Obviously, they knew her but had not been made aware of her presence. Presentations were made. I took the time to examine Prissy a little further in detail. She was very pretty, obviously a bit older than Jennifer but not by much. She wore her light brown hair to just below her shoulders. She wore a white camisole under a see-through blouse and clearly no bra. Tight leather pants with exposed skin on each side of the leg completed her outfit, along with matching sandals. She was beautiful by any standard.

Jennifer was also showing herself off, with a high cut yellow t-shirt, exposing almost her entire belly and her lack of a bra as well. She wore sandals and a short black skirt, revealing much of her long legs.

I immediately went over to Sarah's side as Jennifer went about greeting the people and introducing her new friend. They were all smiles. Sarah leaned in to me.

"She's gorgeous."
"She is."

I suddenly realized I had perceived a hint of jealousy in Sarah's voice. This was the second time in a relatively short number of days. She was slowly being replaced, and this did not make her feel good about her choices at all. I took Sarah aside and stared her down.

"Are you sure you're up for this?"
"Of course I am."

I saw her defiant streak return. She was being challenged by this new girl, Prissy, over Jennifer. She wasn't going to take this lying down. She was almost forgetting they'd had a spat.

Everyone returned to the living room and sat. We were somewhat cramped but at the moment no one paid attention to it. It did not take long for everyone to fall silent. Brad turned to me to lead the games off.

"All right. Thanks everyone for being here. I know circumstances aren't ideal for everyone, but Brad and I really thought it was important for us to get together. It's also a pleasure to meet Prissy. I'm sure we'll get to know you better before the end of the night."
"Oh I hope so!"

Everyone laughed. I noticed she was holding Jennifer's hand. I looked at Sarah, who was focused on me. I knew she had also noticed. I wondered at the implications.

"We've planned a few games tonight. Brad and I will take turns leading the activities but, of course, if you have any ideas or suggestions when we present them, feel free to interfere."

Bonnie spoke up.

"I want to thank Brad and especially Jim for setting this up. It's been about four months since we all got together, and frankly, I was due."
"We all were," Barry adds.

Brad blushes. I'm more at ease in this type of situation. I'm almost like in a classroom, with everyone paying attention to me. Given what I know we'll be doing tonight, it gives a sense of empowerment to know that I'll be directing, for the next few hours, the minds and bodies of my friends, if not their heats. I get a jolt of excitement between my legs.

"So... let the games begin?"

[interesting]

As I looked about the room at our friends, I pondered for a moment how far this game could be taken. I knew for a fact that many of them had already slept with each other. At first, I thought I would mind playing with Brad, given that he'd been Sarah's former boyfriend. As it was turning out, I didn't mind Brad so much anymore. He was obviously over Sarah. Brigitte was his world now. It made me feel better for myself but also for him and Sarah.

In truth, what was really racing through my mind was how far I was personally willing to take it. Given the fact that, along with Brad, I was in charge of the game, and I was probably the individual with the most reservations, I could probably take it up to my upmost limits without causing any discomfort to anyone.

My gaze wandered at those people which I knew less, and the question returned: how far would this new girl, Prissy, be willing to go? How far for Jimmy? I remembered our encounter in the shower. I mostly remembered how it had made me feel, the mixture of fear and resolution. I almost regretted that he hadn't gone through with it. Almost.

There was also the issue of Thomas and his injuries. His doctor had cleared him for daily life, but I was scared of possible complications in the long run. And these concerns did not limit themselves to his physical health. I had no idea how these two - Thomas and Jimmy - would interact.

I didn't have as many worries with Claire and Cassie, nor with Barry and Bonnie. Their own relations seemed as steady as a few months back. I was more concerned with how Jennifer and Sarah would interact with each other. I did want them to patch things up, but not at my expense. Then again, the presence of Prissy was an unknown factor.

They were now all looking at me in anticipation.

"I think everyone already knows each other, or at least our names. The first game we're going to be doing is a really simple one. Brad?"

Brad gets up and retrieves strips of paper and pencils. He hands them out to everyone. I continue.

"Okay. First game. You will write a question on a piece of paper, preferably something a little personal, an inquiry into someone's private life. The papers will then be put in a hat, and everyone will pick one up. Then, we will answer these questions aloud."

Cassie asked a question.

"So we write... truths?"
"Something along those lines, yes."

Everyone gets to work. I pick up mine and prepare my own question. At this point of the game, because no one knows who will answer what, the questions will mostly remain impersonal. It's intended only as an ice breaker before we get into more involving games. It's a good idea also, because Prissy probably doesn't know anything about anyone but Jennifer (or maybe Claire and Cassie, from what I gather).

As soon as everything is written, we collect the papers, shuffle them in a hat. Everyone picks one up. They have one chance in twelve of getting their own question. Next, we ask for a volunteer to start. Jennifer asks Prissy to go first, since she's the newest person here.

"Say something about yourself first."
"Sure. I'm Prissy... I'm a friend of Cassie, we work together."

Barry intervenes.

"I've heard that name before."

Cassie blushes.

"Yeah, I talked about her some months past."

Prissy resumes.

"I'm also... dating... can I say dating?"

Jennifer nods.

"I'm dating Jennifer."

My eyes wander to Sarah. She seems calm but I sense the boiling in her heart. Prissy gets congratulations from everyone; they're also extended to Jennifer.

"As for my question : Where do you see yourself ten years from now? Ooh. Tough one."

We stare her down as she tries to come up with an answer.

"Well, for starters, I see myself with a steady job, in my field. A house, maybe, one or two kids."

She stares at Jennifer as she says that last sentence but Jennifer shows no expression.

"I'd like to have some money set aside for a yearly trip - doesn't matter where, as long as I get to travel. Beyond that... I really don't know."
"Good answer."

Prissy smiles at my comment. Jennifer goes next as she unfolds the piece of paper.

"Who in this room have you slept with, and who was the best fuck? Oh come on! I had to get that one!"

We all laugh. Jennifer stares at Prissy.

"I don't want to shock you dear, but... it's faster to tell you who I haven't been with."

Brad speaks up.

"Let's just say everyone with whom you've had intercourse, not just fooling around."
"Okay..."

Jennifer plunges into her memory for a moment, then looks around the room.

"I've done Thomas."
"It wasn't penetration..."
"We did almost do a 69, love."
"Well, I guess so."
"Does Thomas count?"
"Let's say he does." I interject.
"Great, so Thomas."

She skips over Jimmy, getting to Barry and Bonnie.

"I must admit I've never had the pleasure of Barry, but Bonnie was very nice, a couple of times."

She gets to me and Sarah.

"Well, obviously Sarah... but I had Jim too."

I get stares from the crowd. Sarah remains nonchalant, almost uninterested by Jennifer's words.

"I have to say Sarah was always my favorite, my best."

Jennifer stares at Sarah, trying to get a reaction out of her but Sarah refuses to simply nudge in her direction. Jennifer goes on.

"Claire, Cassie, multiple times each."

She moves on to the final couple.

"Brad, only once. Brigitte, I haven't had the pleasure, but I'm sure you'd be amazing. And of course, you Prissy."

Prissy does not seem intimidated at all that Jennifer has had sex with more than half the people in the room. She simply smiles as we get to the next player, Thomas.

"What is the single most important event that shaped your life?"

Thomas seems puzzled momentarily by the question, until a light goes off in his head.

"I was thirteen years old, at a summer camp. That's when I had my first homosexual experiences with another boy, and they were good... or maybe it was with... uh... I don't know. I guess it was when I realized I was into boys, more than girls at least. Yeah. That was it."

Thomas is not very expressive in his delivery. He has seen better days. He barely looked up, mindful to catch Jimmy's expression. Barry gets to answer next.

"If you could become a girl or a boy, what are the first things you would do?"

Barry smiles.

"That's easy. I'd ask Bonnie to fuck me with a strap-on. I've always wondered how it felt like to have someone inside you, in your pussy. After that, I'd get her permission to have someone fuck me... a strong boy, maybe Tom if he didn't mind."

Tom blushes.

"Then I'd go try on some lingerie. Just for the kick. That's what I'd do."

He turns to Bonnie so she can read the question she picked.

"Which is your preferred sexual position, and why? That's it? That's my question? Well, okay. I like being on my back, with the guy riding on top of me, so I can see his whole body. But with girls it's different. With girl, I prefer oral, with the girl's head tucked between my legs. Does that answer the question?"

Next up is Sarah. She's already read her question in her mind, but now she tells us aloud.

"What is the one thing that gets you the most angry?"

She stares at Jennifer for the moment and an awkward sensation passes over the room.

"There's really not much that gets me mad. Lack of respect, but only in excess. Insults. Mean things. Mean words"

I'm wondering if Sarah picked her own question. She might have. Then again, maybe not. The question seems generic enough.

"Yeah, I think that's it."

This time, she stares at Jennifer. I'm surprised to see Jennifer staring back. I decide to break it up and read my own question to defuse the tension.

"Here's my question: Which celebrity would you like to have sex with?"

I see Prissy giggling and I'm thinking that was her question.

"Rebecca De Mornay maybe."
"Who?" Barry asks.
"She played in the Three Musketeers, you know, alongside Charlie Sheen." Bonnie answers him.
"Didn't see that movie."

I keep answering.

"Or Rose McGowan. For sure."
"Oh yeah! She was wicked in Grindhouse with the machine gun leg."

We all stare at Brigitte.

"Well she was."

Everybody has a quiet laugh. It's Jimmy's turn to answer.

"'Kay. Mine. Wut would ya like to be remembred for?"

Jimmy makes a funny face, almost as if he doesn't understand the question. I know he does: he's a lot smarter than he lets on. It's just his way of looking inside himself, something which he doesn't seem to do very often.

"I dunno."
"Think of something, Jimmy."

I need to get him thinking about his life, about his relationship with life. I'm glad he got my question. His eyes go back and forth as his mind processes the question which he has really never asked himself.

"Mebbe... I'm a good boxer, and stuff."
"That's it. You want to remembered as a good boxer? That's all?"

The others are looking at me taking the lead in directing Jimmy's answers. Some seem to wondering what I'm doing; still, they let me proceed.

"Well... uh... guess not."
"What else, Jimmy?"

Jimmy gets a funny look in his eyes. He's thinking of something dirty. I'm surprised he doesn't say it out loud. Instead, he seems to bypass it and go deeper.

"Well... A want people to know a'm a good guy basically, ya know... good guy like... helpin' people and stuff. Yeah."
"Okay. That's good. Thanks Jimmy."
"Sure."

I ignore any inquiries in my direction and direct Claire to answer next.

"Name one place you've had sex which could be considered unconvential."

She stares at Cassie.

"Can I?"
"Sure. Tell them."
"You all know we went to disneyworld, right?"

We nod. We've been told the story of how they had a mock wedding there.

"Well, we also had our honeymoon there. Sort of."

Now we're intrigued.

"After getting 'hitched', me and Cassie went on a few rides. We sat in the tea cups and went all around. Cassie slid her hand into my panties during the ride and I did the same. Then we moved onto a rollercoaster and basically did the same. We were so turned on we hid behind a structure; Cassie pulled my panties off and fucked me right there."

I see reactions from the crowd. Brigitte inquires further.

"By fucked, what do you mean specifically?"
"Well, she reached under my skirt, started eating me out at first, then slid her fingers into me and gave me quite a ride."

Cassie blushes. Claire leans over and kisses her.

"It was really awesome, with the noise of the crowd around us. Cassie, your turn."
"Okay. My question is: You win the lottery and a million dollars. How do you spend it? I have to spend it?"

She gets no answer to her rhetorical question.

"Well, I'd place it... but I'll go with the question and, if I had to spend it, I'd spend it on gifts for everyone. Big gifts. Cars, televisions, trips."
"A house," Claire intervenes.
"Yeah. A house. We could set up our private little dungeon."
"Don't you already have that?"

Cassie grimaces at Jennifer and they both laugh it off. Brad lets Brigitte go first. She reads her question aloud.

"What is the one thing you would change about yourself?"

Brigitte's shoulders sulk. I get a little afraid of her reaction, but then she shrugs it off.

"Well, obviously, most of you know about my medical condition."

Prissy looks intrigued. Brigitte turns to her.

"I'm... bipolar."
"Oh! Sorry."
"It's genetic. My father, my uncle, my cousin. We all have it. We have to take medication. So, that would be my first thing. I wouldn't really want to change anything physically."

Prissy tries to recover from her sympathy.

"As well you shouldn't. You have a gorgeous body."
"Thanks. I may just let you take advantage of it later."
"Careful, Brigitte. Don't come on too strong."

Brigitte kisses Brad.

"Your turn, honey."
"Final question then: Have you ever considered surgery? Kind of sounds like yours Brigitte."
"It does."
"Anyway, no. Never. I mean, unless it's for medical purposes, then by all means, surgerize..."
"That's not a word."
"It is to me."

They kiss again. They look good together. I look at Sarah. She shares my feelings. That's one less stress to worry about for tonight.

Everyone seems a little more relaxed. For the moment, Sarah and Jennifer are ignoring each other. That's the best I can hope for at this point. Jimmy seems very introspective; Thomas is not all there either. The rest of the people seem to be having fun. But this was just a warm-up. Things will get a little hairier from here. I just hope we can manage it.

[interesting]

Brad got up and retrieved his laptop and set it in the middle of the room. Mostly everyone knew the program which was running. Some time ago, Barry had designed a random dare generator. I had played with it twice so far, the first time with the entire group at our first get together, the second time with only Sarah and Jennifer. It had levels of involvement which you could select. We'd already decided that this game would be involved up to the point before sexual intercourse. This had been discussed with mostly everyone.

Brad explained how we were going to proceed with this one.

"Everyone in turn will get both a truth and a dare. Now the dare might involve someone else, but that someone will be determined randomly by the computer. I input everyone's names for that purpose. We'll also go randomly around the players, just to be fair. Any questions."

Prissy raised her hand.

"You don't need to raise your hand."
"Okay... I was wondering just how involved we can get into these dares. I mean, it's been a while since I played, and we used to be really nasty."

I answered.

"We try to avoid nasty most of the time, and you can always refuse to do a dare."
"But if you do, you get a penalty," Brad replies.
"Like what?"

For a moment, I consider the possibilities.

"I suggest we do something cumulative."

Brad turns to me.

"How so?"
"Something along the lines of three strikes, you're out."
"Why? We're only going to do one round of dares anyway."
"I know, but because there are team stunts, people might get to refuse more than once."
"Okay yeah."
"Here's how I see it. You refuse once you strip naked. Refuse twice, we tie you up. Refuse three times... anything goes."
"Within reason," Jennifer adds.
"Of course."

Everyone considers my proposition and agrees with it. Brad takes control of the room.

"Great! Let's get started. First player up."

The computer randomly determines who goes first: it's Brigitte. She gets up, setting the tone for the other players.

"Hit me!"
"Truth first: Have you ever skinny dipped with anyone?"
"Yes I do. With Brad, all the time. I've done it with others too. Lots of times."
"And now your dare: If target player is willing, you must remove two items for every one item that player removes."

We check. The target player is Sarah. I smile. Brad speaks up.

"Don't throw your clothes too far. You'll need to get them back for the next game."
"If we get to the next game!" Jennifer says.

Everyone laughs. Brigitte looks at Sarah.

"Lead the way, lovely."

Sarah gets up and tosses her sandals off. Brigitte pouts.

"That's not fair, but all right."

She removes her high heels and then her stockings, reaching under her miniskirt to do so. Sarah considers her next move. She pulls her red camisole off above her head, revealing the green sports bra I knew she was wearing, and sticks her tongue out at Brigitte playfully. Brigitte is not the least disconcerted and reaching under her blouses, she pulls off her black bra without removing the blouse. Girls are so good doing that. She then reaches under her skirt and removes a black thong. She is effectively without any form of undergarment. Sarah hesitates for a moment: she is one item away from stripping Brigitte completely, but she sits back down. Brigitte seems disappointed but Sarah explains.

"Let's keep some for later."

The sexual tension in the room has already begun to rise. The playfulness of Sarah and Brigitte is contagious. Brad selects the next player to go. It is Claire, who also gets up.

"My truth is?..."
"Which nationality arouses you? Tell the group the reasons why?"

Claire ponders her answer.

"To be honest, I'm into caucasians, like me. Don't get me wrong. A gorgeous black woman, or an indian woman, I find them very appealing, but against my skin, during sex, I don't know. It feels more comfortable with someone whose skin is tan is the same as mine. That doesn't make a racist, does it?"
"Of course not," Cassie calms Claire down.
"And my dare?"
"Gently massage the legs and thighs of target player for the next four turns of the game! In this case, target player is... Jimmy."

Claire stares at Jimmy, who blushes.

"Uh... so... Do I have to take off my pants or what?"
"No you don't. Just come sit here, and I'll massage your legs."
"'Kay."

Jimmy moves about and sits facing Claire; she moves him sideways and starts to massage his thigh. Jimmy seems relatively insecure but he says nothing. His gaze seems to avoid Thomas'.

Jennifer is then called up to the plate. I'm actually hoping she gets a stunt involving Sarah, but everything is random.

"Truth: if you were stranded on a desert island with one other player, who would it be and why?"

I see Jennifer struggling with this one. She is clearly hesitant. On the one hand, she wants to say Prissy, the girl she is currently dating. On the other, I sense she wants to make a rapprochement with Sarah, but can't bring herself to say it out loud. Eventually, she chooses.

"Sarah."

No one is really surprised. I see Sarah staring at Jennifer.

"No offense to you, Prissy, but I don't know you well enough yet."

Prissy doesn't really seem troubled by the answer. I'm glad for that. Sarah's focus is strictly on Jennifer. The next words may or may not be the ones to heal their rift. I'm hoping they are or, if not, at least that they'll help.

"Sarah is... my best friend. She's known me forever, she knows all my secrets, and she knows I care for her deeply. She tolerates me, my imperfections and my many flaws. I don't get that from a lot of people. Frankly, if I had to spend my life in isolation, it would have to be her, because she would be the best person to keep me company in the long haul, just to keep me grounded and prevent from going insane from the loneliness."

Sarah is searching the meaning of these words to find something she can use against Jennifer, but so far, she seems to be coming up empty. Jennifer hurriedly moves away from the topic by turning to Brad.

"My dare?"
"Your dare is: exchange an article of clothing of your choosing, with target player as fast as you can. In your case, with Bonnie."

Jennifer and Bonnie look at each other. They silently consult themselves. Once they're ready, Brad gives them the go-ahead. They start removing their skirts. Jennifer slides her black short skirt off quickly, revealing a yellow thong that matches with her yellow top. Bonnie struggles a little with her black knee eskirt. She'S wearing white non-revealing panties. They finish the manoeuvre by putting on the other's skirt, while we watch and smile at their akwward spectacle.

Cassie is up next. She dances a little as she stands.

"I'm ready. Truth me."
"Truthing: Have you a special location you would like to make love to someone special?"

she smiles shyly.

"Yes. And you know the special someone."

Claire smiles, then seems serious.

"I hope it's me."

We all laugh at her joke. Cassie continues.

"I've always wanted to go into a waterfall; under the waterfall."

The image of them is not only erotic but so romantic. I feel my face blush. I'm getting stimulated myself. Even Sarah lets go of her anger for a moment.

"That's a nice image, Cassie."
"Aha! It is."
"And for your dare: while blindfolded, drop your pants and underwear; anyone in the room can visually examine your sex."

I see Cassie shivering. I've seen her naked before but it's been quite a while.

"Where's the blindfold?"

I toss it to her. She places it above her eyes. As people start to move about.

"Remember people, just peeking. No touching."

Cassie unbuttons her blue jeans, revealing red panties underneath. She pulls everything down at once, leaving it around her ankles and then she straightens herself. We see her shivering lightly. At first, no one moves. Then, Brad goes over in front of her and stares at her crotch.

"Spread your legs a little."

Cassie does her best to reveal a little more pink. Jennifer grabs Prissy and they both go take a closer look. Sarah motions to me to go; I'm reluctant to do so but she insists. I wait my turn, going after Brigitte. I get to my knees and stare at Cassie's sex. It is relatively swollen, I see small bits of wetness on her lips. Her smell is both weird and intoxicating. I want to kiss it but I hold back. Only Thomas and Jimmy don't participe in this stunt. Once we're done, Cassie pulls her clothes back up. She is extremely excited.

"Who's next, Brad?"
"Why, James, it's Thomas. Come on down!"

Thomas seems to be in a slightly better mood than earlier. I turn to him.

"Does it still hurt?"
"No. It's good. Come on Brad. Surprise me."
"Truth first: Have you ever paid for sex?"

Thomas is somewhat taken aback by the question.

"I have to say... yes, with a twist."
"Yes?"
"With a twist. I mean, it wasn't implied when we started, but I met this guy two years back, maybe. A one-night stand. I didn't actually pay for the sex, you know, it just sort of happened."
"Sort of happened?"

Sarah wants to know more, but Thomas seems a little shy about the incident.

"How does sex just happen?"
"Well, we got pretty drunk, and we headed back to his place, and we were joking about, and he said he'd give me a blowjob for something. Now, it was sort of a game, but I gave him twenty bucks. And it turns out, I got more than a blowjob."
"That's a story."

Brad smiles as he takes back the floor.

"Ready for daring?"
"You know I am."
"Have any two players kiss your bare bottom."

Everybody stops.

"And who are the lucky players? They are... Bonnie and Prissy."

Thomas shrugs and turns around, pulling his pants down to moon everyone. Prissy moves forward, amused and is joined by Bonnie.

"Welcome to the ass kisser's club, Prissy."
"I'm already a member, thanks."

And they both plant wet kisses on Thomas' bare bum. He is tickled by it but holds on. The girls return to their position and he pulls his pants back up. Thomas laughs as he turns back towards us.

"These games are silly."
"But they're fun!"

Everyone agrees with Cassie's comment. The next one up to bat is Sarah. As she stands, she winks at me. I wink back. She seems to be in better spirits as well. Hopefully the game is helping everyone's mood.

"Brad?"
"Yes Sarah?"
"Now."
"How often do you masturbate a week?"

Sarah laughs.

"Ah! Easiest question ever. Five or six. That's in addition to the sex."

It's true. I know Sarah masturbates every time she takes a bath, once every other day. I often find her masturbating in bed as well, before I join her.

"Dare me, Brad."
"I will. You have to: strip naked target player. In this case: Jennifer!"

There is a moment of pause, where I can actually hear the heartbeat of the universe.

"Well, if I must. Jenn?"

The world resumes at an alarming pace. Jennifer is standing up; Sarah has walked up to her and stares her down. Then, Sarah reaches for Jennifer'S yellow top, pulling it off without ceremony, exposing her ample breasts. Sarah gets down to her knees and removes Jennifer's sandals one at time, relishing in the partial humiliation she is inflicting her best friend. Jennifer has closed her eyes. I can only imagine what she is thinking.

Sarah reaches for the skirt, Bonnie's black knee skirt which Jennifer is now wearing. The skirt comes off, revealing the yellow thong. Sarah grabs the edges of the thong, plays with it for a moment, then pulls it off, almost tearing it off Jennifer. Sarah then stands up and faces Jennifer, who opens her eyes.

"You're stripped now."

The entire confrontation was both agressive and intensely erotic. I'm not the only to think so. Jennifer is doing her best to hold herself in check and not pounce. I can sense her desire to do the same to Sarah, to have sex with her immediately. But I also know that Sarah, even if she wishes the same, won't let Jennifer back in so easily. The healing process may be on its way, but I sense the bumps in the road ahead.

Everyone is staring at the centre of the circle. Sarah and Jennifer are standing face to face. Sarah is fully clothed except for her top; she only sports a green bra. However, Jennifer is fully naked, mere inches from her best friend with whom she is estranged. The antagonism between these two is like an aphrodisiac to everyone. Sarah is not backing away; Jennifer is standing motionless, humiliated and stripped, and reveling in her situation.

Thomas' strong voice brings us back to reality. It is the first Thomas has made his presence truly felt in the night.

"Thank you Sarah, Jenn, you can sit back down now."

I sense Sarah on the brink of tears. The anger she has swelling up inside her is slowly giving way to guilt, but she still won't let go. Jennifer, on the other hand, is stoic and unemotional as she returns to Prissy's side. Prissy places her hand over Jennifer's shoulder. Brad picks up the relay from Thomas.

"Okay... let's see who goes next."

It takes him a moment fumbling the computer, at which time I can examine Sarah a little more thoroughly. She is extremely aroused; I see the tips of her hipples through the heavy bra cloth.

"Next up: Jimmy."

Jimmy is possibly the most oblivious person to what is going on, and I'm glad for it. His nonchalance lightens the mood in the room. By now, Claire has stopped massaging Jimmy's thighs.

"Fine. Let's go."
"Truth, Jimmy. What size was the largest penis you ever held?"

The question hits me like a ton of bricks: of all the random questions, why did it have to be this one? Sometimes, I think fate plays a strange hand with us. Jimmy doesn't seem fazed at all.

"Ten inches."

Everyone stares at him with a little shock, even Thomas. We know it's not Thomas', he's shorter than that. It doesn't belong to anyone in the room, clearly.

"Can we have details?" Barry inquires.
"Sure. T'was Ways back. Some dude I knew back then... we use ta joke around a lot. Anyways, some point, we compared. He was huge. Said he wanted to do porn. Anyways, we got to jerk each other off."

As the rumor dies down after the revelation, Brad hits Jimmy with his dare.

"Gently stroke any erogenous zone of target player."

Random determination targets Barry, who seems equally surprised. He gets up and walks over to Jimmy.

"Do I have to take off my pants?"
"It doesn't say so, so no."

Jimmy nonchalantly rubs Barry's crotch for a full minute. Barry doesn't really seem to mind, but he does blush at the notion of us watching him. Eventually, he returns to his seat. Jimmy doesn't affected one way or another. As Barry is sitting back down, he gets called up to the plate, so he remains standing. He gets his truth.

"Have you ever fantasized about watching a partner or close friend having sex with someone else?"
"Oh absolutely. I love seeing Bonnie go at it, whether it's with me or someone else. It drives me wild to see her having fun, having an orgasm, being able to witness it. Sometimes I'd actually like to film."
"Well, you know how I feel about that."
"Yeah, I know."

They kiss. I can see Barry has a hard-on under his pants. Brad assigns his dare.

"Select another player of the same sex and perform an erotic dance with them."

As it turns out, I'm the one called out to do the dance. I get up and move towards Barry, somewhat shy. I remember my visit to Jimmy at the gym, the initial awkwardness and then the feeling of familiarity. I'm hoping to find that with Barry. He must sense that I'm a bit nervous.

"It's cool, man."

He wraps his arms around me and does most of the motion, moving his body in front of me. I can't help but stare into his eyes. His hands slide across my arms, along my sides and my thighs. I eventually try to emulate his moves, but they don't feel comfortable, so I simply sway to his rhythm. As he gets back up, he starts kissing me on the neck; his lips send shivers down my spine, and I sincerely do not know if I'm aroused or intimidated. He finishes his dance by rubbing his lips gently against mine. We kiss slightly. My tongue slips along my own lips and along his. He pulls his tongue out a little and we kiss. I pull away. The sensation is too intense at the moment. Barry understands and stops.

I notice everyone's stares on us. Barry is smiling, already dismissive of what just happened. It helps me deal with it as I return besides Sarah. My heart is racing and I am turned on, despite the relative unease surrounding the dare. Fortunately, it's still Brad's responsibility to keep the game going.

"Jim, you ready for this? You're up."
"Sure."

I say that but I do not feel entirely myself at the moment. I'm apt enough to fake it though.

"Your truth: have you ever had sex with another person while your partner watched?"

At least I know the answer to this one.

"Yes. More than once."
"Really?"

Brigitte is inquisitive. She wasn't present during the final spring break activity of she would know.

"Yes. Five times?"

I look at Sarah for confirmation.

"Five?"
"Well... the four girls and... and Jenn."
"Oh right."
"Five."

Everyone seems impressed. This is the second I've had such a reaction tonight. I guess I have come a long way. Then again, I don't want to dwell too much on spring break. It happened, there's no denying it, but I want to move forward from there, not look back. I'm already feeling better.

"And my dare?"
"Target player removes as many items of clothing as they want. You must remove as many as them. They may put your clothes back on themselves."

As it turns out, the target player is Brad. I look at him, wondering how mean he is going to be with me. I sense a malicious streak building up inside him. I know beforehand I'm getting naked.

Brad got up and immediately removed his black t-shirt. I removed my dark green open shirt. His movements were swift, non-erotic. He was removing items of clothing, not putting on a show. But there a shock. He was wearing a black bra. Everyone stared.

"What? Don't you need support?"

We all laughed hysterically for a minute or so.

"Why are you wearing a bra?"
"Well..."

He turned to Brigitte.

"You can tell them."
"She makes me wear one."

Again, laughs. But we all knew about their unique relationship so it was not that surprising. The bra eventually came off; so did my green t-shirt. We were not both topless. Brad then tossed off his sneakers; I removed my shoes, undoing the laces to take them off. That's when we realized Brad was also wearing stockings. What should have been my humiliation was turning into his. I felt sorry for him but he did not seem to mind.

The stockings came off, so my green socks had to go as well. We were now down to pants. His dark green pants hit the floor; my brown pants followed. He wore a black thong: I had boxers of the same color. We both were half-erect and in our current suits, it was clearly visible. Brad hesitated, then decided against going any further. He retrieved my brown pants and my open shirt and put both on.

I sat back down in my underwear. The laughter from seeing Brad in bra and stockings subsided. He returned to the computer to assign the next player. There were only three left. It turned out to be Bonnie. She got her truth.

"Tell all the players your most favourite sexual WORD, out loud!"
"One word? Hmm... COCK!"

She laughed as she said it. The dare came up next.

"Have a threeway kiss. The other players are... Prissy and Brad."

Prissy turned to Jennifer, which brought my attention back to her. Jennifer seemed distant but she gave permission for Prissy to participate. Bonnie got up and looked at Prissy, then Brad.

"It's been a while since we kissed Brad."
"Yeah..."

Bonnie leaned into Brad and kissed his mouth, swallowing his tongue in hers. Prissy waited her turn. Bonnie pulled her in, and her tongue mingled with theirs in a highly erotic fashion. Bonnie pulled back; Prissy and Brad remained locked together a few moments more, then Bonnie pulled Prissy in to her and kissed her. My hard-on returned and it was impossible to hide it, given that I was in my underwear.

The kiss died and everyone returned to their places. Jennifer kissed Prissy; Bonnie kissed Barry; Brigitte kissed Brad, who then returned to the computer.

"Now it's either me or Prissy. The computer says... me. Prissy, you'll be last."
"Okay."
"So what's my truth?"

The computer generated one randomly.

"What is the meanest punishment you ever received, and what was it for? This question is for me."

We all stare at Brad, awaiting his answer.

"One time, with Brigitte, I wasn't cooperating at all. I was stubborn and arrogant. She got me to strip naked, whipping me all along. She then gave me a blowjob until I was hard; she wrapped a ring around my dick, and it hurt when I stopped being hard, as it pulled back. She tied my hands to the wall, leaving me there for a few hours, coming back once in a while to slap me silly. At one point, she even burnt a cigarette into my flesh."

I listen to them and somehow am not as turned on as I was by the kiss. Others are reacting more favorably than I am.

"It was amazing."
"And he learned his lesson."
"I sure did."

I take the computer from Brad.

"I'll finish from here. Your dare is: Show by example, using target player's finger how you would give a blow job!"
"Whose finger?"
"Thomas."

Thomas suddenly speaks.

"Does it have to be my finger?"

Everyone laughs. Brad smiles at Tom.

"Come on, bring your beautiful self over here. I'd blow you right now but that's not the dare."
"I know."

Brad grabs Thomas' index and starts licking it, slowly, putting it into his mouth. Thomas plays along with it. My stare turns to Jimmy. He seems to be looking away, but in reality he's looking around the scene. I see his hand resting on his crotch. Maybe it's nothing.

Brad finishes his display, laughing it off. Thomas returns to his place. Prissy jumps up.

"Me now!"
"Yes, Prissy. You. Answer this truth: if a close friend asked you to video tape them having sex with their partner, would you?"
"Absolutely. Without hesitation. I'd let myself be videotaped too, if I knew where the video was going. Just so you know."

She smiles playfully. I hit the dare button.

"Strip, and serve a round of drinks to the group in the nude, taking orders first."
"Who's thirty?"

Prissy starts disrobing without any further ado. Her blouse and camisole hit the floor; as I suspected, she's not wearing any bra. She goes for her tight leather pants and removes them without haste; she then pulls off her white thongs but keeps her sandals.

She poses for a moment and heads for the drinks table.

"What will everyone have?"

For a moment, I'm seeing double. Jennifer and her are both naked, and despite their physical differences, their attitudes are echoed in the other. It's a strange feeling, since I've already had sex with Jennifer. It makes me feel like I've already been intimate with Prissy. She collects orders, prepares drinks and brings them to everyone.

I gaze about the room. Most of the initial tension is gone. Jimmy seems relaxed. Tom is smiling. Sarah is barely focusing on Jennifer now; once in a while she stares at her naked form and I think she is revisiting their past together. Jennifer is calmer, more reserved but Prissy is there alongside her. Seeing them naked here gives a great mental picture of them in bed.

Brad calls the end of that game, and everyone reclaims their clothes. But I know it's not over. The next game we have planned will possibly be much more intimate, it not downright sexual to some extent. I must admit to being a little scared as to its outcome. Still, this is having the appropriate effect on the people for the moment. This might actually work. I pray it does.

[interesting]

Everyone took a break for a moment to go to the bathroom and stretch their legs. I was immediately approached by Jimmy, who wanted to talk to me in private. I led him into the hallway.

"Are you okay Jimmy?"
"Yea... I'm cool."
"What can I do for you?"

He looks away for a moment.

"Jimmy, I just want to help. But maybe this isn't the right time. Is this about Tom?"
"Nah... well... a little. Look, man, ye're smart 'kay. I'm not."
"Give yourself some credit, Jimmy."
"Fer sure, I'm 'kay in general, but man, ye're way smarter than I am."

I pause, waiting for him to continue.

"Like man, I dunno wut ta do."
"I think I understand."
"Ya do. Man, that's why ye're smart."

I smile and laugh a little.

"Let me see if I get this right. You want to talk to Tom but you don't know what to say."
"Sumthin' like that, yea..."
"Pretend I'm Tom."
"Wut?"
"Pretend I'm Tom. Tell me something. Anything. Just talk."

Jimmy seems hesitant.

"Okay, maybe now is not the best time. But think about it. Think about what you want to say before you say it. All right."
"'Kay."

I place my hand on his shoulder. For some reason, I want to kiss him. I hold back. I'm remembering our time in the shower. I smile and manage to get him to smile back. We return to the room; everyone is sitting back down. Again, Brad has taken the initiative, shuffling a deck of cards for our next phase of enjoyment. I give one long look at Jimmy and see the wheels of his mind rolling. I have him thinking. That's a good thing, I hope. He responds well to me, because I'm not intimidated by his presence or bravado. I think he looks up to me. I'm flattered.

"All right, people, sit down and shut up! No, I'm just kidding, but sit down. I call this game: In the Cards."

As he speaks, he keeps shuffling the deck. He's pretty agile with it.

"Game is simple. Everyone draws a card and reveals it. Each card has a special effect, though some cards have the effect of having no effect. That made sense, yeah. Anyway, here's the skinny. You get 4 to 10, you're scott free that turn. You get two or three, you have to strip one item off. Jacks - you kiss someone on the lips. Queen - you make out with that someone. King - you get to fondle that person. Ace - you strip one item from someone. Now Jokers are wild; you roll a joker you keep it. There are two in the game. Now, whoever the two persons are who get the Jokers have to do something together at the end of the game..."
"Something? Like what."
"Well, it's really up to the group, but my idea is... have sex."

There is some tension in the room. The randomness of the game makes it possible for people who would not normally interact with each other to be obliged to do so.

"But we'll get to that when the game ends. We're all friends here, too, so we can manage. Right?"

Everyone agrees on that principle at least.

"Now we play until the deck is empty; we'll see how many times we go through the deck."

Bonnie speaks up.

"One thing. The number of cards doesn't match up with the number of people. I mean, we're twelve, fifty-four cards, since we have the Jokers, that leaves 6 cards after four turns. If we play twice, then it fits, because of the leftover cards, but the Jokers will come out twice."

We stare at her.

"What? I'm good with numbers."
"Fine. We'll do that. That makes two couples at the end. Deal? Done."
"What if someone gets more than one joker."

Bonnie's question causes Brad to let out a sigh.

"We'll see when we get there okay. Maybe a threeway, I don't know."
"Okay. Sorry."
"Everyone ready to play?"

I can sense the trepidation and anxiety coming from the room. This game can lead to very nice things, or it can plunge into awkwardness. We always have to be wary of consequences. Brad shuffles the deck once more and everyone then gets a card.

Simultaneously we reveal them. Everybody reacts as the results are called out. It functions as an elimination, going from person to person as numbers are called out.

Jennifer and Bonnie have both rolled Twos so they must strip one item of clothing. Jennifer's sandals are tossed aside, just as Bonnie removes her shoes.

Skipping four to tens, it goes up to Jacks: Thomas and Brigitte. Jacks allow them to kiss a target player. Thomas stares at me.

"Jim, would you kiss me?"
"Of course."

I lean in. I've already kissed Barry tonight (and Jimmy the other day, but no one knows that but him and me) so I'm feeling more comfortable about kissing a man. I lean in and plant my lips on Thomas'. He closes his eyes, reveling in the sensation. I don't hold back, sliding my tongue into his mouth. He mostly lets me lead. I pull back.

Brigitte stares at Sarah. Sarah nods and moves seductively towards Brigitte, planting a wet kiss on her lips, inches away from Brad's face. I can tell what effect this is having on Brad.

Both Prissy and Sarah have rolled Queens; this means they get to make out with someone. Sarah stares at Prissy.

"Come here."

Prissy smiles. They embrace and start kissing, groping each other's form as they exchange fluids passionately. My eyes go to Jennifer. She is smiling. Their necking lasts for over a minute, and I'm getting extremely hard in my pants.

There are no kings this round, but there is an Ace. Barry rolled it.

"Brigitte, take off those heels."

She carries out his order without hesitation. All the other cards had no effect. The cards are gathered and set aside for reshuffling later.

Brad distributes the cards again; we then reveal the second round of cards.

There aren't that many of the important cards this turn, but a joker does come up - in Bonnie's hand. She shivers when she reveals it. There are only two figures. A queen in Cassie's hand, allowing her to make out with someone and a king in Prissy's hand, granting her permission to fondle someone. There is also a three in Jimmy's hands. He takes his sneakers off.

Prissy goes first, looking around the room. She first stares at Brigitte, but then looks at Bonnie. She crawls over to her.

"Are they natural?"
"See for yourself, love."

Prissy grabs Bonnie's breasts, sliding her hands under her blouse, groping her tight.

"Oh yes they are! Wow!"
"I know. Everyone likes them!"

Prissy gropes a while longer. Cassie looks at Claire, then beyond her at Brigitte.

"Come here, sexy lady."

Brigitte crawls on her hands and knees. Cassie lies back and Brigitte crawls on top of her. They start kissing and making out as Prissy returns to her position besides Jennifer. The sight of Cassie and Brigitte is intensely erotic; we can see up Brigitte's skirt at her black thong. They eventually pull themselves apart, all flushed. Claire kisses Cassie.

"That was a quick round. Let's continue."

Cards disappear, new cards take their place. A reminder is placed near Bonnie that she rolled the first joker, then the new cards are revealed.

Of all the luck in the world. The other joker comes out and it's Barry's. He smiles at Bonnie.

"I know what we're going to be doing later, love."

She kisses him on the nose as we inspect the other cards. Claire and Cassie each got a two and a three. Blue heels and sneakers hit the floor. The only other figure to come out is a King in Bonnie's hands.

"Jim, come here."

I move towards here.

"Unbutton your pants. I want to feel your cock."

I look at Sarah - the same way that Prissy looked at Jennifer earlier. I get the go-ahead. I drop my pants to my ankles. Without reaching into my underwear, Bonnie starts stroking my manhood through the cloth. I'm hard in seconds, but she keeps rubbing. Eventually, she pulls a hand into my boxer and grabs me. I'm trembling. She finally pulls back and lets me go. I pull my pants back up but don't zip or fasten them. I feel stares in my direction.

The cards are gathered and round four gets underway. A Two ends up in Claire's hands. Her blue socks go the way of her blue heels. The only other figures are a Queen in my hands and a King in Bonnie's hand.

"Prissy... oh Prissy..."

Prissy understands Bonnie's meaning and lets her fondle her for a moment. I stare and watch, considering my options. I've been doing stuff mostly with boys up until now, and I really want to do something with a girl. My erect shaft makes me think of Bonnie. I move towards her and plant a kiss on her lips, before embracing her; she falls on her back and I fall on top of her. I'm extremely mindful of how Sarah and Barry are watching us. My erect shaft presses against Bonnie's lower belly; I'm almost rubbing against her as we make out. I grope her large breasts and remind myself of the the things I did with her back then. I'm almost eager to retry the experience. Our makeout session ends too quickly for my taste. I kiss Sarah for good measure. She winks at me. Bonnie is flushed. She whispers something to Barry who simply laughs. We don't get in on the joke so the game continues.

Brad takes six cards at random from the discard pile and adds them to the remaining six cards in the deck, following Bonnie's advice. He then drops cards for a fifth round.

All the missing faces are there, of course. We get treated to three threes, one with Jennifer, one with Barry and the other with Bonnie. Jennifer strips her black skirt, exposing her yellow thong to us in a seductive fashion. As Barry tosses his sneakers, Bonnie unbuttons her white blouse and takes it off, revealing her ample cleavage under a white bra. She cups her breasts for a moment.

Two Kings follow suit. Prissy and Jimmy hold them, which means they get to fondle whomever they want. Prissy looks at Brigitte and crawls over to her, groping her breasts and ass with force.

"Hmm... firm..."

As for Jimmy, he hesitates. I imagine for a moment he's going to grope me. But then, he stares at Thomas.

"Tommy."
"Yeah?"

Jimmy moves towards Thomas and goes behind him and starts massaging his shoulders.

"Careful. Shoulder still hurts."
"Sorry."

Jimmy seems awkward but he does his best to relax his friend's muscles. The massage doesn't last long.

"Thanks."
"Sure."

Jimmy shies back to his place. Two Aces are also in the game, in the hands of Thomas and Sarah. Thomas looks at Barry, who has to strip. He removes his blue t-shirt, going topless, flexing his muscles as he does so. Sarah targets Prissy, who removes her sandals. Brad comments as he picks the cards.

"We should have started without shoes."

He goes to distribute the next round. Multiple events are drawn. Sarah and Claire both draw low and are forced to remove an item of clothing. For Sarah, it's easy, as the sandals are removed. For Claire, who has already lost two items, there's little choice. She removes her long dress, revealing her light blue undergarments to us, sexy bra and panties.

That's when we notice that Cassie is hesitantly revealing a joker.

"I guess I'm it..."

The tension rises as the other card effects are played. A jack in Brigitte's hand lands her a kiss on Barry's lips, much to Bonnie and Brad's enjoyment. Prissy has yet obtained another king - this time, she targets Jennifer. When everyone asks, she simply answers.

"Can't I grope my date?"

And she does so with much playfulness. I feel the pace of the game accelerating.

An ace is in my hands. I get to strip someone. I'm tempted to call Claire, but instead I aim at Cassie. She takes off her black t-shirt, revealing a form fitting red bra. The cards are tossed aside and new cards take their place.

We immediately spot the joker. My heart shakes: it's in Sarah's hands. She waves to Cassie.

"Hi Sweetie!"

I see Cassie trembling with anticipation, and I can't say I'm not turned on.

Brad picks up the assignation of events. Prissy gets a two. She strips her see-thru blouse; I see her erect nipples under her white camisole. A jack has fallen into Thomas' hand. He asks Sarah to come over. She kisses him on the lips. They whisper something to each other; I think Thomas is apologizing for not being supportive of her during this difficult time. She just smiles at him, a smile that says everything.

Two Queens are in play. Jimmy has one. He hesitates.

"Jim."

Make out with Jimmy. Sure. Okay. Why not? I think he's trying to convince himself of something. I can live with that. I walk over to him. Oddly enough, I don't look at Sarah. But I know she won't mind. My lips touch Jimmy's and I remember his kiss in the shower. He is hesitant at first, then pulls me in close. We are locking lips and tongues and for a moment, I forget he is even a man (him being clean shaven helps). Only when we pull back do I feel a little sting and unease, but I deal with it. Jimmy seems a little more flushed than I am.

The other queen belongs to Brigitte. She drags Bonnie to her and they start kissing and making out, groping each other along the way. I see Brigitte massaging Bonnie's chest, and Bonnie is breathing heavily, almost moaning. She shivers under Brigitte's touch, and Barry calls her back to him. I believe Bonnie was ready to come, simply from breast stimulation.

With that, the round is over. Sexual tension is reaching a peak and I see sweat in mostly everyone's faces. There are technically still two rounds to go.

A lot of figures come up next. Cassie and Brad roll twos. Brad kicks off his sneakers. Cassie stands up, undoes her blue jeans and slides out of them, revealing red panties that match up with her bra in color and style.

Two jacks are also in play: Thomas has one; I have the other. I still feel Jimmy's lips on mine. I aim for Prissy; I'm more comfortable that way. She leans in and plants a wet kiss on my lips, slipping me a little tongue along the way. Thomas sighs a moment.

"Jimmy."
"Yeah."

Jimmy moves over to Thomas. They stare each other down for a moment, then they lightly kiss; I can sense both of them holding back, but I don't press them on.

Queens are in Sarah and Claire's hands. They stare at each other, then lunge at each other with force, making out, tongues sticking out, lips locking, as they roll about the floor in abandon. Just as suddenly as they had started, they pull back. My mind is racing.

The Ace this turn is in Bonnie's hands.

"Jim. Shoes off!"

I remove them without a moment's hesitation. Brad shrugs.

"I don't think anyone's gonna be naked this game... hmmm... and there are only six cards left."

Bonnie is surprised.

"Really? I must have done my math wrong."

Brad reveals them.

"There's only a king left, so it's only groping..."

An idea pops into my mind. I grab the cards from Brad.

"We don't have to stop playing. We all want to strip, right?"

I get a positive nod from everyone.

"Good. Simple game. I hand everyone a card. Whoever gets highest doesn't have to lose an item of clothing."
"What about ties?"
"Well, if two people tie for first place, everyone else removes an item, then they play against each other. Whoever wins between them doesn't strip. Is that good?"

People seem to follow my explanation. I start handing out the cards.

"Jokers beat everything, Aces higher than kings."

We draw a first round. What I like about my plan is that within a few rounds, at least a few people are going to be naked. There is, after all, only one winner per round. Twelve cards. The Joker is alone, so it's a winner. It's in Jimmy's hand. He sneers.

"'At's right, people. Take it off."

It is decided people will strip in order, starting from Jimmy's left. That means Sarah goes first. She quickly strips off her red camisole, exposing her green sports bra to all once again. I toss my green socks off.

Claire is next. She'll be the first one to show some nudity. She opts for her blue panties, sliding them down her legs without much preambule, exposing her bottom to us. Cassie follows, removing her own red panties in much the same way. Everyone in the room is turned on by the display of flesh.

Brad and Brigitte both remove their stockings. I'm still amused by the fact that Brad is wearing female stockings and a bra.

Prissy undoes her tight leather pants for the second time tonight, once again revealing her nice firm behind in its white thong. Jennifer pulls her yellow top off, setting her breasts free upon us with a smile.

Thomas slowly pulls his white skull t-shirt off, showing his massive chest and broad muscles. His injuries aren't apparent above the skin. I see Jimmy staring intently as Thomas strips.

Barry decides to simply remove his red socks. Bonnie, on the other hand, performs the sultry removal of her black short skirt, sending chills down everyone's spine. This rounds up everyone. Clearly, my idea is having the desired effect on everyone.

I remember that Barry and Bonnie have both drawn jokers earlier, so they'll have to do something together. However, so did Sarah and Claire, and my mind is wondering at what they could end up doing, although it is clearly on a single track.

I put the drawn cards away and toss another set to everyone. Another joker. Guess that settles the win in Jennifer's favor. Good for her, because otherwise she would end up naked.

"All right, people, I want to see some skin!"

Starting at her left, we have Thomas. His dark socks go join the rest of the clothes. Barry removes his dark blue pants, revealing a blue thong which barely contains his eager manhood. We get a whisper from Bonnie as she stares, removing her long black socks seductively in the process.

Jimmy, who hasn't stripped anything yet, simply removes his socks while winking at us. It's then up to Sarah; she removes her red shorts, revealing green form-fitting panties. My own brown pants are next to join the flock of clothing on the floor.

Claire and Cassie have nothing left to lose. They stand and face each other, each one unclasping the bra of the other, then pulling them off. At first, they hide their breasts with their hands, but then expose themselves simultaneously. Naughty images of Claire, Cassie and Sarah are forming into my mind.

Brigitte and Brad are next. As Brad goes for his black t-shirt, Brigitte opts to remove her red short skirt, revealing the black thong she had removed in a previous game. Brad's bra sticks out at us, making him look silly.

It's then back to Prissy, just beside Jennifer. She plays with her white camisole for a moment, then pulls it off in one swoop, exposing her gorgeous chest to us.

"One more."

Brad's intervention is unnecessary but it drives me to distribute the cards faster. I can't believe how into this I am getting. This time, we have two aces. One belongs to me; the other belongs to Jimmy. We toss two other cards as a tie breaker. Jimmy gets an eight; I roll a nine. I win. I turn to Claire and Cassie, but they're already naked. For a moment I stare at them.

"Well, this is awkward."

Cassie's comment makes us laugh. Claire picks up on the same tone.

"Don't worry your pretty face, Jim. We'll make it up to you somehow."

We move on to Brad and Brigitte. Dark green pants and a black blouse join the ranks of the fallen clothes; both Brad and Brigitte are wearing similar black bras and thongs. It's almost hilarious.

Prissy and Jennifer only have their thongs left. Prissy gets to her knees and pulls Jennifer's yellow thong off with her teeth; Jennifer then does the same with Prissy's white thong. As Jennifer gets up, they kiss.

Thomas goes next. He pulls his dark jeans off, remaining clad in tight boxers which make the bulge in his pants look impressive. Even I'm forced to stare. Bonnie unclasps her bra and releases her massive mounds. Barry strips down to nothing without making a spectacle of it.

All that remains is Jimmy. He pulls off his blue jeans; he's now wearing red boxers and a t-shirt.

Barry, half hiding his nudity speaks.

"Maybe those who are naked should stop playing?"

Claire intervenes.

"No way. We already owe you all one score, and I want to be able to collect on others."
"One final draw," I say.

The cards go around the people. It's Jennifer's win, with an ace. She's lucky tonight.

"I have you now!"

Thomas doesn't have far too go to be naked. He pulls off his dark boxers and exposes himself to us unapolegetically. Everyone stares before moving on to the next person. Barry is of course naked, so he flashes everyone.

"I owe you one, I know."

For Bonnie, it's also complete nudity as her white panties come off. I'm again reminded of our new year's eve party. Jimmy decides he's better off without his socks so they leave his feet.

Sarah and me both go topless; she pulls her sports bra off while I remove my green t-shirt.

"Claire and Cassie again..."
"Are we that unlucky?"
"You owe us two?"

It gets to Brad and Brigitte. Brigitte tells Brad to keep his bra but remove the thong; she does the opposite, exposing her beautiful breasts for all to see. As for Prissy, being already naked, she simply blushes.

"I guess I owe one too."

A round of applause goes out. Jimmy, being the most clothed of all of us, is asked to weigh in on the earlier discussion about the pairing of the jokers. He doesn't seem to know what he wants us to do.

I look about the room and examine the area. We have a small kitchen, a bathroom, a large living room and a bedroom. That's four rooms. The time feels right for people to go their separate ways, at least for a while. After that, we'll get something to eat. It's already past six, but no one realizes it because they're too enthralled in the game. I seize the initiative.

"All right, I have an idea on what we can do. Barry, Bonnie, I know how you like performing for a crowd, so... why don't you perform for us right now?"
"Right now?"
"If you're game..."

That is a challenge. Barry and Bonnie are beaming with anticipation.

"Meanwhile, maybe some of us could get reacquainted and we could decide what we want to do next."

I know what I want. I want to fuck. I'd rather it was Sarah, but I wouldn't mind someone else either at this point, or maybe a blowjob from someone else. I'm game for most anything with most any girl; and maybe even a few things with boys but only as a last choice. The possibilities, while not infinite are many. Brad leans in to Brigitte and whispers something in her ear.

"Jim...?"
"Yes, Brigitte."
"Let me organize things. If you don't mind..."
"Go ahead."

Brigitte smiles. I sense her deviant side returning. I don't know what she's planning but seeing her wicked smile stimulates me to no end. And I know I'm not the only one.

When I started setting up this game, I knew it might and probably would lead to this. I've had time to prepare. I'm not the same man I was four months ago. I may not be at peace will all I've done during that time, but here and now, I'm making my own choices. And that makes all the difference in the world.

[interesting]

[Jim]

As Brigitte looks us over, the plan is forming in her mind. We know she enjoys being in control, and we want to indulge her. That's why I let her decide how best to proceed from here.

It's been quite a game so far, and although it's not over, it has reached its peak. Most of us are naked or in various stages of undress. Everyone is horny, and everyone is eager to let loose some of that accumulated tension from earlier.

"Let's start with the obvious. Bonnie, Barry, do your thing."
"Yes Ma'am."

Barry gets up and moves to sit on the couch. Bonnie kneels before him, grabs his cock in his hands and starts playing with it, licking his tip with her tongue every now and then. We know where that is going. We turn back to Brigitte, while still keeping one eye on their actions.

"Our next team-up is Claire and Sarah, but I don't think it would be fair to exclude their partners. So Jim and Cassie, I'm teaming you up. I suggest, if you want a bit more privacy, you can always go into the bedroom."

I'm all for privacy at this point. I like watching others perform but I'm not so much into being seen myself. Still, we wait to know what Brigitte will recommend to the others.

I notice that Jimmy has moved towards Thomas. Brigitte goes to talk to them, but realizes it's not necessary. They need to sort this out by themselves. That leaves Jennifer and Prissy, as well as her and Brad.

"Jennifer, Prissy... what do you want to do?"

For a moment, Jennifer hesitates.

"I want to be in the same room as Sarah and Jim."
"Ooh.. all right."

Brigitte then turns to Brad.

"Sit beside Barry, love. Tonight, it's my treat."
"Yes, love."

Cassie grabs my hand as Claire grabs Sarah's.

"Come on."
"Just so you all know, I'm not ready for a... free for all?"
"It's all right, Jim."

Cassie leans into me.

"You won't do anything you don't want to do. I swear."
"My body or my mind?"
"We'll see."

We enter the bedroom. It is the honeymoon suite after all. Sarah steps away from Claire and walks up to me.

"Are you up to this, honey?"

I have to ponder my answer for a moment.

"I'm up to you having as much fun as you want, love. Don't worry about me at all. I'll be in the room with you available."

Sarah looks around. Cassie. Claire. Jennifer. Prissy. Herself.

"You know something, Jim, you're damn lucky."
"What?"
"All girls."

I laugh. It's the same as spring break. I suppose I am lucky. There are four other guys, and they're all with their partners; two of them actually being another guy. Those who still have pieces of clothing on take them off.

Jennifer walks up to Sarah.

"Sarah..."
"What?"
"Before we do anything..."

Jennifer gets to her knees. Sarah is somewhat stunned.

"I'm so sorry I hurt you."
"You're probably right, you know that? I mean, look at this."
"Still, it doesn't excuse the way I treated you."
"Get up, silly."

Jennifer looks up.

"I forgive you. I was just... I just needed some space and I wasn't ready for much of what happened either. You are right, Jim has changed everything. (She looks at me.) But for the better."

Sarah helps Jennifer stand.

"And you met someone. Which is nice."

Jennifer blushes as Prissy comes over.

"Prissy, you know Jenn's my best friend."
"Yeah, I know about you two."
"What do you say to that, then?"
"To be honest Sarah, I tried not to judge you when Jenn spoke of you. I knew she was suffering."

The girls have a three-way hug. Suddenly, Claire pulls on Sarah and tosses her onto the bed.

"It's been a while, Sarah."
"It sure has."
"Jim, with your permission?"
"By all means."

Cassie walks up to me.

"I'll take care of you in the meantime, Jim."

And she pushes me onto the bed, gently stroking my cock. Prissy turns to Jennifer.

"Can we all have some?"
"You'll have to ask him."

I am feeling generous, but I'm also scared I might have a reaction like during spring break. It takes me a while to find an answer, enough for Jenn and Prissy to start kissing and groping each other, as they also move towards the bed. I close my eyes for a moment, but open them when I start to hear Sarah's moans. Claire is eating her out now, while Cassie is eating me out, her mouth swallowing my tip. It feels good and somewhat distressing at the same time. I reach for Sarah's hands and grab it. Her physical contact stabilizes me. If Sarah is with me, I have nothing to fear.

I realize that Jennifer and Prissy are soon engrossed into each other. I feel more at ease that way; they're not pining for me or my manhood. I'll indulge them if I feel like it later. I feel Sarah's hand squeeze mine as Claire brings her to orgasm; Sarah muffles her moans as she does. Cassie is going down hard on me, and I'm having a hard time controlling myself. But as Claire pulls away from Sarah, so does Cassie do on me, allowing me some respite. I see Claire and Cassie kissing. Sarah tilts her head towards me and smiles.

Cassie and Claire give themselves a nudge and suddenly switch places. I turn to Claire.

"Are you sure, Claire? I know you're a lesbian and all..."
"Relax, Jim. It's okay. I've done blow jobs before."
"Only if it's all right with you."

Claire looks at Sarah.

"Is he always like this?"
"Always."

Claire laughs then goes down on me, as Cassie goes down on Sarah. I know Claire and Thomas have had similar experiences in the past. I'm enjoying every moment of it myself.

I see Prissy's shape as she goes on her knees. I can't see Jennifer so I imagine she's under Prissy. In fact, once I hear Prissy moan, I know what's going on. I stare at Prissy's gorgeous profile, her round breasts, her firm ass. She does look a lot like Jennifer in many ways.

Sarah's grip tightens again on my hand. Cassie is again bringing her to her peak. Claire isn't working me as hard as Cassie was, and she's mostly using her hands. Sarah shivers from the cold. Cassie pulls away and stares at me.

"Fuck her, Jim. Fuck her good."

As Claire pulls away, I roll over and on top of Sarah, sliding my hard shaft into her wet pussy. She groans as I penetrate her. Claire and Cassie move up to her breasts, one on each side, and start smothering them with kisses. I start to pump inside Sarah, in and out, back and forth; my gaze sometimes wanders into the room. Prissy is still on her knees, but this time I see the gorgeous shape of Jennifer as she eats out her new lover. The sight brings me over the edge and I shoot my load into Sarah, collapsing on top of her. She wraps her arms and legs around me and we remain there for a moment, taking each other's presence in, unaware of our surroundings.

[interesting]

[Bonnie]

With Brigitte on my left, I'm sucking Barry's cock as hard as I can. I've seen Brad naked before, but I'm actually contemplating Brigitte a lot more. She's new, therefore exciting. I've always been fascinated with new people. I'd like to get to know Prissy a little more as well, but that will be for another occasion. Barry and Brad are looking at us, then at each other.

I catch Brigitte's eyes. I pull away as she does.

"Wanna trade?"
"Sure."

The guys are surprised. I've blown Brad in the past, but that was a long time ago. His cock in my mouth feels new again. It's exciting. I wish Brad could grope my breasts but they're currently out of reach. I look up at Barry; his eyes are closed as Brigitte goes up and down on him. Some people might find it strange but I like seeing him like this, in the arms of another woman. Perhaps it validates my own lurid behavior. I'm sure psychologists would have a field day with all of us.

My pussy is throbbing from the excitement. I need a cock inside me. I think long and hard about Brad but I'm afraid of complications.

I pull away, gently stroking Brad as Brigitte keeps going up and down on Barry. I grab her attention. She pulls off.

"What?"
"I want Barry's dick."
"Oh! Sorry. Forgot."

She laughs it off. I get down on all fours, presenting my behind to Barry.

"Do it, lover. Fuck me good."

Barry does not take more convincing than that, within seconds, he's pounding hard into my pussy and absolutely loving it. I see Brigitte moving about, placing her pussy in front of my face.

"You want me to eat you, Brigitte?"
"Yes, Bonnie. Eat my pussy."

I dive in. I notice that Brad is positioning himself so he can fuck Brigitte in her mouth, meaning I have Brad's ass near my face. I hope he doesn't fart. That thought makes me laugh internally, but the stimulation from Barry behind me grounds me to my work. Brigitte keeps herself clean shaven, which suits me better. I don't really like hair in that region. I'm doing my work well because I sense Brigitte's orgasm coming in. I tease her with my fingers to accelerate the process and make her come, pulling away from her just in case. I remember a bad experience like that during our trip...

Brigitte pushes Brad off of her. I'm having a hard time focusing on anything but Barry at this point, so I don't realize what is happening with Brad - until he sticks his cock into my mouth again. I'm being taken from two directions at once. Two dicks. I'm reminded again of my trip. The sensation brings me over the edge, but Barry is not done with me yet. I manage to pull my mouth off Brad for a moment.

"Don't come in my mouth, please..."
"Okay..."

He goes back to work and I assist him. Brigitte is watching us with glee, playing with herself.

"When you're ready, pull out, slave... Shoot on her face."

Now I understand a little more about Brigitte. She's about humiliation. I can live with that. I feel Barry tensing up. Brad pulls away himself. Since I can speak, I encourage Barry.

"That's it, honey. Come into me. Come on..."

As Barry's hot semen shoots into me, releasing another wave of pleasure into my pussy, Brad shoots his load in my face. I barely have time to close my eyes. Barry follows with a few more thrusts, like he usually does, and then it's over for him.

"Lick your cum off her face."

I'm startled by Brigitte's order. I'm even more shocked to see Brad kneeling in front of me, lapping up his cum on my face with his tongue. It's actually not a pleasant sensation. I feel his tongue on my cheek, on my nose and on my eyelids.

Barry has pulled out of me. I'm restless. I want more but both men are out for the moment. I look at Brigitte.

"Come here, you!"

As she walks over, I push her to the ground.

"You like humiliation?"
"Yes!"
"How about this then?"

I climb on top of her and plant my pussy in her face.

"Lick me up good. That's right... Lick Barry's cum out of my pussy."

Brigitte goes all in, stimulated by my forcefulness. I moan and grab her shoulders, pushing myself down into her face.

"That's it, Brigitte. Eat me... eat my pussy... oh yes! Oh God!"

The agression is making me crazy. Barry is looking on somewhat bewildered. After a short moment, I come all over Brigitte's face. As I orgasm, I hear her own orgasm hit her. But she wasn't even stimulating herself. It's strictly a result of the humiliation. I'm somewhat stunned as I pull back and retreat to Barry's arms. I see Brigitte licking my juices off her lips.

"You had to go all in again."

I smile at Barry. I calm down. He always helps me get my perspective back. Brad is still breathing heavily.

"It's been in a while since I did anything like this."
"You still got it, Bradley."

He stares angrily at me.

"Don't call me that."
"Sorry."

I laugh it off and huddle against Barry. This felt great. I've been aching for a cock or some pussy all day. And I just had both. Life is good.

[interesting]

[Thomas]

It's been a long time coming and I'm glad it's happening now. I see Jimmy walk up to me. He seems serious.

"We should uh..."
"Talk privately?"
"Yea..."

I know Jim has put a lot on the line getting us both in the same game, let alone in the same room. But I feel the connection again. I saw the way Jimmy was looking at me earlier, trying to hide it. There's both shame and desire in those eyes. I have to know which one is stronger. It doesn't matter, one way or the other, I have to know.

We move to the bathroom. It's better than the kitchen and the other rooms are taken. We close the door and lock it. I go to sit on the counter while Jimmy remains standing up. I look at him, at his face. It's distorted from years of bruising in and out of the ring, but it's a face I've learned to appreciate and respect, and even love. I know Jimmy's not a bad guy. I know he has a good heart. I've been privy to that side of him.

"Yer friend, Jim... he... uh... came ta visit me in th'gym."
"Okay."
"And uh... I told him a'd come to this... shindig, ya know, if he let me fuck him."

My eyes widen. This can only mean that Jimmy and Jim had sex. But never in a million years would Jim agree to...

"We didn't do it."

My mind is at ease.

"Was about ta, but... uh... well, he stood up for ya, man. He really did."
"I guess someone had to."
"So anyway, uh... this Peter guy at the hospital."
"Just a friend, Jimmy. Nothing more."

Jimmy grabs his face in his hands.

"Dammit man, this ain't easy."
"It's no pic-nic for me either, Spick."

Jimmy looks up and smiles His nickname in the ring. No one knows what it means. It doesn't mean anything in fact.

"Man, I dunno if I can, ya know..."
"Love me?"

Jimmy looks away.

"Jimmy, look at me please."

He stares into my eyes.

"What does your heart say?"
"Man, don't get all mushu on me."
"I'm not. I just want to know. Once and for all, that's it. Do you love me?"

Jimmy rocks back and forth.

"I just never... thought... ya know... me?..."
"It's not about being gay, Jimmy. It's about being well. It's about being happy. Are you happy when you spend time with me?"
"Yeah... I guess."
"And are you happy when we train?"
"Sure man..."
"Were you happy when we fucked in the shower?"

Jimmy hesitates.

"T'was fun, yeah."
"But were you happy?"
"Yeah, man, happy for ya. Ya got some dick."
"Were you happy?"

He doesn't answer. I move on.

"What about spring break? What about that?"
"Man, wadda ya want me to say?"
"Were you happy... were you happy fucking me from behind?"

He stares at the mirror. I make my move. Time to deliver the knockout blow and see if it lands.

"Because I was. I've never been happier than those few times we fucked. Got dammit, Jimmy, you into me, you sucking me, me sucking you... Dammit! You made me come so hard, so good."

Jimmy stares back at me.

"I love you Jimmy. There. You heard it. I don't even want you to say it back. I just... there can't be any ambiguity between you and me now. I care too much for you. I don't care if you don't want to be with me in that way. I just... I'm just tired of fighting and I want to be your friend again. I just want to be with you, anyway I can, even if it's not..."

Suddenly, Jimmy rushes me and kisses me on the mouth, hard and long. His tongue slides into my mouth; his hands grab the back of my head and push me towards him. We kiss until we're both out of breath. As he pulls away, he smiles.

"Gotta make you shaddup for a change."

I'm speechless. He stares at me.

"Look, uh... I care, 'kay. Ya're good ta me...I just... I can't, ya know, public and all."
"I know. I know so well."
"So... uh, we gotta keep it under wraps for the world, ya know. 'Cause, I can't..."

I kiss him gently on the lips.

"You don't need to justify anything. I'm there, with you. Fuck me, Jimmy. Please."

He smiles. I'm already naked. He goes to his knees and swallows me in his mouth. I close my eyes and let him suck on my dick. He feels so warm around it.

"Jimmy, I love you."

He pulls away.

"Love ya too, Tommy, big sissy!"

He goes back down on me, riding me with his tongue and mouth until I'm about to burst, then stopping. He lets me cool down and starts over again. He repeats the same trick he did in the shower. How he can guess that I'm about to come and stop is beyond me. He must have some natural talent. As he pulls away the second time, he strips off. He seems hesitant for a moment.

"I... uh..."
"What? What is it Jimmy?"
"I never done it... ya know... in the ass..."
"You mean you've never..."
"No, well... I'm usually the one doin' it..."
"You want me to show you how?"
"Yea... I'd like that."
"Okay. Bend over."

He bends over the toilet. I massage his butt cheeks first, pressing my fingers near his hole and parting it ever so slightly.

"It might hurt going in."
"Ts'okay..."

I decide to play with him first. I reach around and grab his cock and start playing with it. I sense him closing his eyes. He's giving me his trust and I don't want to fail him. Not after all we've been through. This has to be gentle, but it has to be good as well. I make him hard; this loosens the rest of his muscles. I place the tip of my shaft against his buttcheeks, near his hole.

"Ooh..."
"Easy now. We'll take it slow."

I slide my shaft near his hole, allowing the liquids to flow; I rub them in, sliding a finger into him. He squirms a little but remains in position. I place myself at the best possible angle and gently slide the tip of my shaft into his hole. It stretches a little. I pull out immediately, wait a few seconds, then go back in a little more. I repeat this manoeuvre roughly twenty times, giving his body time to adjust to my presence there. My tip is now completely inside him. He's sweating a lot.

"Are you all right? Do you want me to stop?"
"No... Just... it's okay. Man..."
"All right. I'm going to push into you now."

I go slowly, not thrusting into him but leaning, letting my shaft slide into his widening hole, until my tip is fully back in. I remain there for a moment, giving the hole time to adjust, before leaning in further. I slide into his hole and rest there. He moans, but it's not pain. It's pleasure he's feeling. I can tell the difference.

"Fuck! That feels good."
"It does? I'm glad you like."
"Fuck me, Tommy..."
"Yes, Jimmy. I'm fucking you."

I start to slide in and out, slowly at first. My juices do the work of lubrication. I've been aching to do this to him for so long now.

"Faster man... faster..."
"All right."

I increase my pace.

"Oh man! That rocks... man... shit!"

I increase it again.

"Fuck man... Fuck! Fuck! Shit fuck! Fuck!"

I knew he was into cursing but this is an entirely new level.

"Don't stop man, fuck my ass... oh yea! Fuck!"

His words are stimulating me. I feel him stretched around my cock, I feel the tension rising at my tip.

"In or out?"
"In man... fuck shoot into my fucking ass..."

So I do. I release my load into his tight hole. He screams with pain and delight as my warm semen brings him to ecstasy. I remain there for a moment, letting him take in the sensation.

"Man don't pull out."
"What?"
"Stay in there man, as long as you can."
"All right."

I don't mind. It's comfortable for me. He's the one bent over the toilet.

"Fuck man, that's the best fuckin' sex I ever had, man."

I realized that while I was shooting into me, he shot onto the toilet bowl. I start laughing.

"Dammit, Jimmy, you could have saved some of that dick for my ass."
"Plenty more where that came from."

He laughs too. He's smiling and laughing, and I have my cock up his ass. It feels wonderful. It feels magical. I don't want to wake up. I don't want it to end.