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Kaeleigh Goes All the Way

Book 1: 2019 • Part I: Friday Afternoon, September: Tagging Along

4. Expecting the Unexpected

Sal set the die down again. There would have to be some kind of change in the overall flow of the game before Luke could relax, and she knew everyone would be fine with that; but she also knew he needed reassurance. He needed to hear the words aloud, and see everyone agree with them. He was being unusually testy and restricted tonight, particularly for someone who’d been playing as long as he had … but there were two good reasons she could immediately think of for that. One was his ongoing gastrointestinal distress. The other was the pretty strawberry-blonde girl sitting next to him. It had to be tough for him to open up like he normally did with his sister witnessing it all. All The Way included respect for boundaries as its premise, but before they could be respected, boundaries had to be established.

“Okay, before we go on, let’s be sure we’re clear. We all agree that Luke and Kaeleigh are playing tandem, so they’re basically a two-headed player in the game. Yes?” She got eight nodding heads, Luke’s a bit reluctant, but accepting. “And we also agree that … uh, whatever happens at the end, Kaeleigh doesn’t have to be part of it, right?” Seven heads nodded, one of them emphatically; Kaeleigh abstained. “And if she plays tandem with Luke, they get the same penalties, except she doesn’t have to take it all off, if it gets that far?”

“I say she can stop undressing any time she likes,” Travis white-knighted.

“Or maybe even start getting dressed again,” Luke said. Then he said “Ow,” and glared at his sister, rubbing his ribs.

“Right. Kaeleigh answers the questions like everyone else, but doesn’t have to take anything off if she doesn’t want to. Are we all good with that?” Sal said, looking around. “Luke?”

“Aargh. Yeah, well, okay, if she’s just dead set on staying in, and if no one but me has a problem with it, I guess that’s okay.”

“I know it’s an unusual situation,” said Tucker. “Observers just observe, they don’t get involved. Plus, she’s your sister. But there’ve been some unusual circumstances tonight, and we’ve all had to be a little flexible to accommodate them, and so far everyone’s been great in that regard. But I’d like you to seriously ask yourself this, Luke: If she was anyone else but your sister, would it be as big of a deal to you?”

“I—” His brow furrowed. He looked at Kaeleigh. “Huh. That’s … actually a pretty good point.”

“So are we good to go on?”

Luke took a deep breath. Really, from the moment Kaeleigh cornered him into bringing her along, he shouldn’t have expected any other outcome. She was a force of nature. When she decided something was going to be a certain way, it usually ended up like that. It was often less painful (sometimes literally) to just get out of her way and let it happen. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m good. Go ahead, Sal.”

“Okay.” She rolled and landed on Tucker’s square. “Well, goddamn it.”

“You’re the one who decided to wear the one-piece dress,” Tucker said, removing his pants. Kaeleigh’s eyes widened and her face went florid. Tucker was wearing snug, sleek briefs, and from what she could see, Sal hadn’t been exaggerating about those eight inches.

“Yeah, that’s not the problem.” Sal turned to Nette and lifted her braid. “Unzip me? Thanks.” She stood and began to shuck her dress. “The problem is I decided I didn’t need a bra.” And when the dress fell away, she stood before eight pairs of unblinking eyes, her bare breasts high and proud, naked now but for her panties, which were just large enough to cover her mound, and plunged low enough that Kaeleigh figured she must do a lot of trimming. “Cas, Trav, Luke … one of you better start working real hard on getting naked. Because if I end up having to fuck Tucker tonight, there’ll be no survivors.”

“Duly noted,” Luke said.

“You got some drool on your chin, bro.”

“Shut up.”

“It’s just … right here … let me dab…”

“Shut up.”

Sal sat and drew a card. She grunted. “If you are a boy, how big is your penis when it’s hard? If you are a girl, what is the biggest thing you’ve had in your vagina? Somehow, the boys always have no trouble answering this one.”

“Well, we always have our measurements in hand,” Casper said. He winked at Kaeleigh when she giggled.

Sal put the card down. “As much as it distresses me to say this, the biggest thing I’ve ever had in my pussy was Tuck. If he tells you he’s eight inches when he’s hard … he’s telling the truth.”

“Didn’t they know they’d be in the game together?” Kaeleigh whispered to Luke.

“Huh-uh,” he said. “I’ll explain later.”

“I have a John Holmes,” Nette said. “Twelve inches, but it only goes in to seven or eight.”

“Doesn’t it hurt?” Kaeleigh said.

“When I ram it into my cervix, you bet it does, sweetie.”

“So … don’t ram it into your cervix.”

“That’d be really good advice if I didn’t have a way of losing my shit when I come.”

“Ahh,” Kaeleigh nodded, “I know what you mean,” while Luke’s color varied from ice-pale to bilious.

Seana cleared her throat. “My Bad Dragon is ten inches long, with a taper from an inch wide to five. I can only get it in partway, though. It really stretches me.”

“Five inches?” Becka said. “Christ, that’s … more than birth dilation.”

“That’s why partway.”

“Okay,” Casper said. “Dick size, dick size. Would you believe twelve inches?” He looked around. “Ten? Nine? Tucker? Seven?” He sighed. “Okay, it’s a hefty fiver. But it’s a little over two inches thick.”

“Oh, a fireplug,” Nette said. “Cool.”

“Well,” Becka said. “This one time at band camp…”

“Holy shit,” Tucker said. “A trombone?”

“Asshole. Seriously, though, one time I fooled around with a, well, with a cucumber. It was about yea long and so big around.”

“Is this a fish story?” Casper said.

“Tuna fish,” Luke said, then gaped at his sister while she laughed with everyone else. “Sorry. That just popped out.”

“The cuke didn’t,” Becka said. “I actually had to go to the ER and get it removed.”

This brought the kind of silence that can only be heard in a roomful of teenagers thinking about their own embarrassing near-misses, and what might’ve happened if they’d miscalculated by only a little more.

“…Seriously?” Tucker said.

“Yeah. It went in most of the way just fine, but then there wasn’t enough left on the outside for me to get a good grip. I was … uh, thirteen.” Her eyes flicked to Kaeleigh for less than a heartbeat. “The hardest part was explaining to my mom why I needed to go. Well, the other hardest part was walking out to the car. Or sitting in the car. The potholes … yeah. And my mom had gone to the store, so I had to wait until she got home. There was just no way I could tell my dad. Mom couldn’t either. She told him I was having a really bad period.”

“Jesus Christ,” Seana said. “I cannot even.”

“They got it out, though, right?” Casper said.

“No, they told me to come back when it was a pickle. Of course they got it out, but it took a lot of lube and even more muscle relaxants.”

“Man. I guess I better take it easy with the Dragon.”

“Mmm. And I still can’t stand to be anywhere near a salad bar.”

“Well,” Tucker said once the laughter had settled, “you’ve heard the witness account, so you already know. Eight inches.”

“Um,” Luke said, and glanced at his sister.

“Oh, come on, bro,” she said. “You measure all the time.”

“No I don’t,” he said, his face hot.

Kaeleigh snorted. “I’ve seen the little marks you make on your ruler—”

“Six and a half,” Luke said quickly. “Trav?”

“Hey,” Kaeleigh said.

“I don’t wanna know.” Luke clapped his hands over his ears. “La la la la, na na na na…”

“My hairbrush,” Kaeleigh said.

“LA LA LA NA NA NA”

“Uh,” Casper said. “Not to be crude, but … which end?” Luke jammed his thumbs in his ears and squeezed his eyes shut.

Kaeleigh rolled her eyes. “The handle’s four inches long.”

“Whew,” said Casper.

“At least, that’s how much of it’s sticking out when I’m done.” She grinned wickedly. “I like that tickly tingly feeling, you know?”

“God damn,” Seana wheezed once she could catch her breath, nearly a minute later. “I love this kid.”

“We have so gotta hang out, Kaeleigh,” Nette gasped, wiping her eyes.

“Any time. Want me to bring some curlers?”

It was several minutes before the game could continue.

Travis high-fived Kaeleigh, then tapped Luke, who took his fingers out of his ears. He’d seen the hilarity, but wanted no information about what had caused it, because while he knew his sister very well, there was such a thing as knowing her too well, he thought. “I weigh in at six,” Travis said. “That’s English units, not metric.”

“Oh shit, Luke,” Nette said as she picked up the die, and coughed. “You missed the highlight of the night.”

“Good.”

She rolled the die and advanced past Luke and Kaeleigh’s token to a die-penalty square. “Figures,” she said, rolling again, and ended up backing up two spaces, sharing the square with them. “Oh,” she said. “Now what?”

“Well,” Tucker said, “the rules are that if you occupy another player’s square, you each have to take something off.”

“But the square says to take something off, too.”

“Right. So I figure you have to take two things off.”

“Not us though, right?” Luke said. “I mean, not me,” he emphasized.

“Bull shit,” Kaeleigh said, and began undoing her jeans.

“No, just Nette, I think. Sal?”

“Yeah, that seems right.”

“Makes sense,” Nette said, and took off her blouse, then her skirt. “It’s funny how you start taking your clothes off just when things start heating up in this game.” They were heating up, and a lot of it had to do with what Nette was wearing now. Her breasts, ripe and creamy, were cupped by lingerie, burgundy and lacy and tantalizingly see-through in all the right places, hinting at the glories the bra contained. Her panties matched, and folded themselves in at her groin around something that looked plump and ripe as a peach, about as fuzzy, and much more deeply cleft. From the way Casper was eyeing her, Kaeleigh knew she wasn’t the only person in the room whose mouth had just gone dry. Nette had a beautiful body, one she thought would be coming back to her imagination a lot.

Luke was now down to just his boxers — something Sal probably approved of, Kaeleigh thought, which just went to show how desperation could affect your mind — and was glaring at her, reduced to her sport bra and matched boy-cut panties. “What? Me and Nette are even.”

“No more clothes,” he said.

“Depends on how the pieces land,” she shrugged. Luke sighed deeply and shook his head. “What? It’s not like you’ve never seen any of it before.”

“Yeah, but not on purpose,” he said. “And no one else here has.”

“Sure they have. Just not my version, is all. It’s just a body, Luke. God. Everyone here has one.”

“Except for dear departed Uncle Roy,” Travis said, and made oo-ooo noises.

“Oh great. A disembodied pedophile.”

“Yeah. He lures you into a dark, windowless hearse.”

“With moldy Halloween candy?”

“Yup. But those aren’t gummy worms.”

Kaeleigh raised her eyebrows. “No?”

“Huh-uh. Too lively.”

“But that’s how you know they’re fresh.”

“Guys?” Luke said.

Kaeleigh turned to Nette. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I like the commentary track.” She drew a card. “Mmm, things are heating up. If you knew there was no risk of pregnancy, would you have unprotected sex with a random person?” She set the card aside. “Yes. Hell yes. That’s what the game’s about.”

“You bet it is,” Seana nodded. “And you bet I would.”

“Any time,” Casper agreed.

“Yup,” said Becka.

“Fuck yeah I would,” said Tucker.

“Even Sal?” Seana said. Tucker shrugged, reddening. “God,” she sighed. “Is there anything a boy won’t stick his dick into?”

“A meat grinder,” Casper said. “Unless it had nice tits.”

“Is it a person of the opposite sex?” Kaeleigh said while Luke groaned. “What? If I have sex with a girl, I won’t get pregnant.”

“Yeah, the question is about a boy and girl fucking,” Tucker said.

“Oh. Okay. And is it a boy playing this game right now, or, like, some totally random stranger from somewhere, or Uncle Roy or something?”

“We … usually assume it’s someone in the game,” Tucker said.

“Alive,” Casper said.

“Okay. Well … I mean, if I wasn’t a virgin, and if I was really playing, then … yeah, I’d do it.” She paused. “Unless it was Luke, I mean.” Her brother made a sound that suggested his gastrointestinal distress had returned with a vengeance.

“I’m real interested in how you answer this one, Luke,” Casper said.

“Why?”

He shrugged. “Just wanna know if you change it for the first time since you started playing.”

“Ass hole,” Luke said.

“Well, that’d sure mean no one getting pregnant.”

“Yes,” Luke hissed through gritted teeth. “It’s always been yes.”

“Same here,” Travis said.

“I can’t quite make it unanimous this time,” Sal said, cutting her eyes to Tucker. “Sorry.”

“How dare you have standards,” Seana said.

“But you said you’d…” Kaeleigh reddened when Seana looked at her. “Sorry.”

“None of the rest of them were dating him,” Sal said. “So it’s a different point of view for them.”

Seana nodded. “Yeah, we’re just talking fucking here, not going out with someone. It’s not the same. Besides, eight inches.”

“Huh,” Kaeleigh said. “I dunno. If a girl was my friend and her boyfriend really messed her around or something, I—”

“Kay,” Luke said, and she reddened and clammed up. He wasn’t always right, but when he was, she knew it.

“No, it’s okay, she’s got a point,” Tucker said, and turned to Kaeleigh. “I … okay, I fucked up with Sal when I was dating her a couple years back. I said things and did things that hurt her feelings pretty bad, and I’m lucky she’ll even be in the same room with me now without beating my head in with a baseball bat. All I can say is … I’ve tried to be better, and not do any of that shit any more.”

“Yeah,” Sal said. “He really … he has changed, and it’s been a good change, honey. I’m okay with other girls fucking him. I just … can’t, that’s all. Too much water under the bridge.”

“Oh,” Kaeleigh said. “I guess I don’t understand everything, but … okay.”

“I hope you never have to understand,” Tucker said.

“Amen,” said Sal, and patted his hand, which left everyone shocked and mute for a few moments, Tucker most of all.

“And there was silence in heaven for about half an hour,” Seana said, and picked up the die. Her roll took her to a penalty square, and she peeled off her top, a cute and sleek little cami. She was wearing a peach-colored translucent bra, and it might as well have not been there at all, for all the hiding it did. Kaeleigh’s eyebrow quirked up. If nothing else, she was getting some ideas for sexy underwear options, stealth-sexy, the kind that would fly under parental radar.

Seana drew her card and chuckled. “I always like hearing the logic on the answers for this one,” she said, and read it. “If you were allowed to fuck any two people you chose, if you first gave oral sex to one person of the same sex as you, would you do it?” She looked around and her eyes caught Kaeleigh’s for a moment. “Speaking hypothetically … maybe.” There were groans and hoots and murmurs of waffle waffle waffle. “No, no, look. I’m not all that into girls, but I don’t say no to a dip, in the right circumstances. If I like the girl, if I think she’s cool, if I think I’d like to be her friend or she already is a friend, well, yeah, I’m not gonna have any real problems with a muff dive. And this question doesn’t say anything about the boys who’d be fucking me. If they’re assholes or creeps, it’s not gonna work.” She sat back and crossed her arms behind her head, showing off her assets to their best advantage. Even Becka noticed, and Kaeleigh thought she was probably the straightest girl in the game. “But, assuming a best-case scenario, assuming it’s the girls and guys playing tonight I’d be in that situation with…” She looked around, and her look included Kaeleigh again. “Yeah, I’d do it.”

“Any girl and any two guys here?” said Tucker.

“Yeah,” Seana said. “It … just feels like that kind of night, somehow.”

Casper blew out a breath. “Yeah … only two girls?” He shook his head. “Maybe if it was, like, a dozen, I could choke down a rod, and—”

“What if it was Travis?” Nette said.

Casper turned a deep, rich crimson, his thought and mouth cut off in midstream.

“What’d I miss?” Luke said.

“They kissed,” Kaeleigh whispered to him. He goggled at her and she nodded.

“Uh … well, okay, maybe four girls,” Casper managed at last. “But I ain’t swallowin’ anything.”

“Must’ve been a hell of a kiss,” Luke said.

“It was.” She felt his study of her, and her face went as red as Casper’s had. “What?”

Luke eyed Travis, who was carefully not hearing any of the exchange, then reached for the discard pile, shuffled through it, read one of the discards, and groaned.

Becka wasn’t paying attention to the side theater. “Some of you know me, and most of you probably know I’m not totally set in my views. I mean, I’m playing the game, so…” She shrugged. “I’m gonna go with what Seana said. With the right girl, and the right two boys, anything’s possible.”

“Well, I have kinda done something like that a few times,” Tucker said. “Mostly, the guys didn’t come, but when you’re in the thick of it, you know what happens. You can sorta lose your borders a little.”

“Amen,” Luke said, and it was Kaeleigh’s turn to study him until his face was on fire. “Uh … um, what you said, Tuck.”

“So…” Kaeleigh said, “I’d be having sex with three people?”

“You’d eat a girl out, and fuck two guys after that,” Casper said. “But she wouldn’t be doing anything to you.”

“Oh, I see. I’d probably do it anyway,” Kaeleigh said, ignoring the gasp from beside her. “I mean, I haven’t done anything yet, but I’ve seen guys and girls eat pussy in porn and it doesn’t look, you know, bad or anything, just … wet, if they’re doing it right.” She got a nice and supportive round of hoots for that. “Besides, I mean, I’m guessing we’re talking about hot boys here, or anyway hot enough, and who’s gonna say no to a double kielbasa? If all I gotta do is some licking around first, and then me and the boys get to do the happy-slappy, well, it sounds like a pretty good deal to me.” She looked around. “I mean, I have a pussy. It’d be kinda stupid if I hated them or anything.”

“If you ever decide you do, there’s always surgery,” Tucker said.

“Yeah … no, I’m okay with the parts I got. They work good and they’re fun to play with. I mean, it’s pretty awesome being a girl, you know? Especially the multiple orgasm thing.”

“Right on,” Sal nodded. Luke, by this time, seemed to have reached a saturation level; he just blinked a few times and sighed.

“Well, like ole Tuck and Luke here, I’ve pretty much done it,” Travis said. “With the important difference being that I never leave the guy hanging. So, yeah. I’d do it again.”

“I didn’t really set out to do it,” Sal said. “But one night, somehow, I realized I had.” Everyone cackled. “I’ve done worse things, and—”

“Like Tuck?” Seana said.

“Actually, he’s a great fuck, so no,” Sal said. “But, yeah, there’s worse places I could stick my tongue, I know that for sure, so by experience I know my answer’s yes.”

“I swing about as much as Trav does,” Nette said. “And I’ve done it and I love it. Nothing better than being in the middle.”

“Fuck yeah,” Travis nodded.

“Well,” Casper said. “It’s the flexible people that make the whole thing better.” Kaeleigh was impressed by that. He wasn’t into gay-ish sex himself, but he didn’t put anyone down who was. That wasn’t how a lot of straight (or mostly straight) people behaved, especially boys. He reached for the die, rolled, and landed on a die-penalty. His second roll moved him backward to stop on Seana’s square. “Damn, twice in one game?”

“Weird energy, I’m tellin’ ya,” Sal said.

“I got no issues with energy,” Casper said, losing his shirt while Seana took her shorts down. Her panties matched her bra, and Kaeleigh could tell she liked to trim; there was a narrow brown strip visible through the cloth above the ghostly hint of her cleft. She could also tell why Travis had a crush on Casper. Once he was out of the shapeless pup-tent of his tee, she was able to truly appreciate his build, and she did. He wasn’t bodybuilder-dense, but he was pretty packed with the broad shoulders and the big strong hug-me-hard-and-carry-me-off arms and everything, and he had about an acre of chest to show, with a skirl of dark brown hair shadowing between his pectorals. “I like the spin tonight. It’s been great for the last couple rounds.” He picked a card. “Oh, man, now it’s bragging time. If you are a boy, what is the highest number of times you’ve cummed in one day? If you are a girl, what is the highest number of times you’ve cummed in one hour? Well, I’m pretty sure I’m a boy—”

“You are,” Kaeleigh said, and was glad that the laughter which followed a half-second later covered the crackling heat in her cheeks.

“Preach it, sister,” Travis sighed, and she squeezed his hand.

“—aaaand the answer to that is five. The fifth time was a dry-fire, though.” He saw Kaeleigh’s puzzled look and went on before she had to ask. “That’s when you come, but you don’t ejaculate.”

“You can do that?” she said.

“Not on purpose. It happens when you’re out of sperm.”

“I didn’t know you could run out.”

“Oh, it’s only temporary. It builds up again. But not as fast as, like, pee. Hey, you doin’ all right, Luke?”

“Uh,” he said, and Kaeleigh saw he’d gone pale like before. “I might need to take another break.” She heard a rather unsettling series of gurgles from deep inside him, the kind usually associated with the emergence of life from primordial ooze.

“Better hit the head,” she said. “Before the storm breaks.”

“Yeah.” He got up. “Don’t do anything I would,” he said, and fled back down the hall.

“Man, what’d he eat?” Travis said.

“He got the nacharito platter at Señor Burrito. I told him it smelled funny, but he said it was the cheese.”

“Well, scratch that place off the list for four to six weeks. You all right to keep going?”

“Yeah, I had the tacos.”

“No, I meant—”

“I’m cool, Travis.” She smiled, warming any edges that might’ve seemed chilly. “But thanks for checking.”

Tucker and Sal traded a look, and Sal said, “Kaeleigh … uh … I don’t mean to insult you. But … if you stay in the game…”

“Yeah?”

“Well … you know how it might … finish, right?”

“Yeah, everyone has an orgy. It’s cool. I mean, I know you said I don’t gotta do that part.”

“Well, plus,” Tucker said. “Usually by the time we get to that part, a lot of people are pretty much … naked.”

“Well, it is an orgy.”

“I mean because of the penalties.”

“But we said she doesn’t have to take it all off,” Travis said.

Kaeleigh cleared her throat delicately, pausing the debate before it could gain momentum again. “I’m in the game right now,” she said. “I’m playing by the same rules. Look … look, I know what you’re all trying to say, and … thanks, really. I mean, yeah, no, I’m a virgin, so no, a lot of what we’re … talking about is stuff I’ve never done. But I’ve thought about it. I’ve thought about doing it. All of it. Giving head. Fucking. Even eating pussy. And it’s great, being able to talk about it, and not having anyone freak out or lose it or go eww gross. Except Luke, I guess, but he can’t help it. And I’m having fun, being able to talk to actual grown-up types who’ve done it, instead of kids who go no way, you’re a slut. I got my first kiss tonight, I even got to kiss a girl, and it was because of this game you’re all letting me play in, and that’s totally awesome. And I’m learning all kinds of cool stuff about sex I never knew, like … like different flavors of cum, or that girls can squirt for real, or what dry-firing is, or … or never use vegetables for anything but a garnish. And I’m hearing all these cool people who don’t agree with each other on everything, but they still get along and they still respect each other. And … and I know if I got scared or worried or didn’t like something that was going on I could say so, and it’d stop. And … that’s it. If I want out, I’ll say so. Okay?”

“That’s fair,” Sal said. “We’ll stop bugging you about it, all right?” She looked around and everyone nodded. “Becka?”

“Yup. Being a girl, I get to brag. The most number of times I’ve cummed in one hour is seven. Most of that was from oral.”

“Mmm-mmm good,” Tucker said. “I once managed six cums in one day. But that was a couple years ago.” The other boys nodded knowingly, and Kaeleigh leaned over to Travis.

“When you’re younger, you can come more,” he murmured. “It starts to taper off a little by the time you’re fifteen, and I hear you slow way down somewhere in your twenties.”

“That’s just for boys though, right?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Good.”

“Oh sure, rub it in.”

She giggled at him. “How old is Tucker, anyway?”

“Seventeen.”

“Oh. And how old are you?”

“Sixteen.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Is that a problem?”

She thought about it. “No, I like older men, I think.”

“Watch it, whippersnapper. Also, we’re keeping everyone waiting.”

She looked around at all the faces turned her way. “Oh. Oh, yeah, it’s my turn. Sorry. I don’t know what Luke would say — probably, tonight anyway, something like drama oh my God drama I’m gonna die of embarrassment drama drama drama — but me, well, um…” She looked around again. “Eighteen.”

“Eighteen cums?” Nette said.

“You’re supposed to count in an hour, not in a day,” Casper said.

“Yeah, I know. It’s eighteen.” The expressions around her were a mix of awe and disbelief. “I heard girls can come more than boys, so one day I decided to see how I did. So I set a timer for an hour and loaded up some porn.”

“And you … counted … eighteen?” Travis said. He was looking jealous, more than anything else, she thought.

“I’m pretty sure. I mean, toward the end they were happening so fast I couldn’t really tell for sure when one ended and the next one started, but it was at least eighteen, yeah.”

“By hand?” Travis said.

“Huh?”

Sal said, “He means did you use a toy, like a vibrator or dildo, or was it all … you?”

“Oh. Well, I don’t have any toys yet.”

“Except your hairbrush,” Casper said.

“Oh yeah. That was a different experiment, though. This one was, yeah, just my hand. Hands.”

“Jesus Christ,” Nette said. “You’re a fucking cum-goddess.”

“How did you not get blisters?” Tucker said.

“Well, I, you know, there’s that fold? Over the clit? And you just sort of pinch a little and rock it around, sorta…”

“Would you mind,” Becka said, “teaching me your technique sometime?”

“God, and me,” Casper said.

“I don’t think it works on boys.”

“I’m not interested in trying it on a boy.” He shook his head. “Man. Eighteen. I feel like a class-A stud if I can get a girl to come five or six times in an hour.”

“That’s not bad, though,” said Nette, her cheeks red.

“Maybe if you flexed at her or something,” Kaeleigh said, and went on over the chuckles. “Is that a lot? I guess it kinda is, huh?”

“I’m pretty sure you’ve topped the charts in this game,” Travis said. “Most I ever fired off in a day was seven.”

“Nine in one hour for me,” Sal said. “And I thought I was doing pretty good.”

“Most I ever managed was twelve,” Nette nodded. “Serious record-breaker for the last two years, too, until tonight.”

“Eight,” said Seana. “And I really want to learn that pinch-and-rock trick.”

“Yeah, I guess I can show it to you later, like after the … once the game’s done. Or if we’re gonna take a break before then.”

“We usually do,” Tucker said. “But…”

“Seriously?” said Nette.

“Why not?” Kaeleigh shrugged. “I mean it’d have to be just us girls, though.”

Nette, Becka, Sal, and Seana all swapped looks. “Well, I mean, if you’re sure you’d be okay, uh, demonstrating it,” Sal said.

“Sure. I don’t mind. I figured everyone knew how to do it. Well, girls, anyway.”

“I don’t mind trading some techniques,” Becka said.

“Yeah,” Seana said. “We can … you know, like give each other pointers or something.”

“Oh cool,” Kaeleigh said. “Yeah, that’d be awesome.”

“I don’t know if I should be really turned on, thinking about what they’ll be doing, or really worried,” Casper said to Travis. “What if they decide they don’t need guys any more?”

“Come to the Dark Side,” Travis said. “It’s not as wet, but the cums are plentiful. Ish.”

“Ha,” Casper said.

“No? How about come to the Dark Side, it sucks hard in a good way?”

Becka took up the die and tossed it, then moved her vulva. “Well, there go my shorts,” she said, when the piece landed. Her panties matched her strapless, lacy and white. From what Kaeleigh could see — and it was quite a lot — she shaved. “Lot of penalties tonight. I think you’re on to something, Sal. Someone wants us all naked before the game’s over.”

“Hallelujah,” Casper said. “My prayers have been answered!”

“Isn’t that how it usually goes?” Kaeleigh said.

“Huh-uh,” Becka said, reaching for a card. “Usually there’s at least one or two people still in skivvies, and I’ve seen a few games where half the people only got to shirtless.”

“S’why I don’t play on Sundays,” Casper said. “All this stuff about people from different walks of life getting together and sharing good fellowship and joy, being loving and everything … Sinful. God’s ag’in it, I tells ya.”

“Ah, this old dilemma,” Becka said, reading the card. “Would you rather give oral sex to someone of the opposite sex and receive no gratification of your own, or perform mutual oral sex with someone of the same sex as you? Well, it would seriously depend on the girl. So far, I haven’t met that girl. So, so far, I’d be sucking dick and taking care of business on my own.”

“If it ain’t reciprocal, it ain’t balanced,” Tucker said. “Sixty-nine’s where it’s at, but…” He sighed. “I keep going back and forth on this one. I think I’m sorta in the same boat as Becka. With the right guy, under the right conditions, I’d probably go mutual and same-sex. But I love eating pussy, and I can always get myself off. So most of the time, I’d probably go with my favorite flavor.”

“Not me,” Kaeleigh said. “I mean, I think it’d be pretty cool to get a boy off like that, you know? And I’ve always wondered what it’s like to give head. But I like to come, I wanna see what it feels like to get eaten out, and I’m not afraid to try eating pussy, either. So … yeah, I’d sixty-nine a girl.”

“It’d be interesting,” Casper said thoughtfully, “to see if you could work your cum magic on another girl like you do on yourself.”

Kaeleigh’s eyes went very round. “Ohh. Yeah! That’d be awesome!”

“I saw her first,” Nette said.

“I feel the same as you,” Travis said. “I’m totally okay with going same-sex and mutual.”

“Well, yeah, but you go both ways,” Kaeleigh said.

“That is an unfair advantage, I’ll admit. Also, it really is cool to get a boy off like that.”

“I bet.”

“To come, or not to come, that is the question,” Sal said. “Whether ’tis nobler in the thighs to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous tumescence, to take throat against semen pulsing, and by swallowing, end it…” She sighed. “I’m in Kaeleigh’s camp. I love sucking cock. But I love to come even more, and pussy’s all right. Girl-on-girl for me.”

“For sure,” Nette said. “There’s nothing like sixty-nining a girl. It feels like you’re eating yourself out.”

“Whoa,” Kaeleigh breathed, and looked down between her legs. “God, if I could do that, I’d never leave my room.”

“You know it. They’d find me there in a few weeks, dead and facedown in twat.”

“Which there, your room, or Kaeleigh’s?” Casper said.

“She doesn’t know where I live yet,” Kaeleigh said.

“Yet?”

She shrugged and smiled, and Nette giggled.

“All y’all have me about half convinced,” Seana said. “Usually my answer is no, I’d rather have the dick, but you’re raising some good arguments.”

“Oh shit, we’re really in trouble now,” Casper said. “First they get the vote, then they get jobs, then they get birth control, now they don’t even need us for sex.”

“Yup, it’s all part of the lesbian-feminist agenda to reduce sperm-carriers to the menial roles they’re best suited to fill,” Nette said. “Fortunately I have a role I expect you to be filling tomorrow night, several times.”

“Ready, willing, and able, ma’am.”

“Oh, is that what you call yourself?”

“No, that’s what I call my business associates. The left one’s Ready, the right one’s Willing, and the one in the middle—”

“You have three balls?”

“No, no, you misunderstand my hiring practices. Mister Able’s an upstanding guy, even if he does spend a lot of time hanging around with a couple of nuts.”

“You didn’t let me finish,” Seana said. “They’re good arguments, but I really love giving head. The best part is feeling the boy come. The way his cock gets totally hard and starts that pumping, you know, from deep down inside him, and I can feel it starting to come out, and then there’s that gush … and if I’ve never blown him before, finding out what he tastes like is like … Christmas. Always something new, always a nice surprise.” She looked at the girls, at Travis, at their identical faraway expressions. “Uh, yeah, so I’m gonna be in the head-giving camp. Sorry, Sister Annette.”

“The revolution will continue with or without you, Sister Seana. Go with Goddess.” They dapped.

“Pussy for me, every time, for sure,” Casper said. “Sorry, Trav.”

“I see your true colors shining through…” Travis warbled. “I get it, man. I’ll deal.”

“All right, I’m thinking after my turn ends, we’ll want to break for a few minutes,” Tucker said as he picked up the die. “I kinda wanna check up on Luke, and anyway, I think Kaeleigh said something about offering a tutorial.”

“Oh, uh, sure,” she said. “Is there someplace we can … um…”

“My room,” Tucker said. “It’s pretty roomy, and once you close the door no one goes in until you open it again.”

“How do you know?”

“It’s got a lock,” Sal said.

“Oh, okay. Cool.” Kaeleigh looked around at the other girls. “So … you, uh, want to … is everyone cool with it?”

They looked at each other, nodded, and Sal said, “Yeah, why not? We’ll have a klatch.”

“A snatch klatch,” Nette said.

“Aww man we’re doomed,” Casper groaned, laying his head on the table.

“If you’d rather wait for another day, it’s okay,” Tucker said. “I just figured since everyone’s here right now, and we are kind of at the place where we break a while anyway…”

“No, it’s cool,” Kaeleigh said. “I don’t mind, you know, comparing notes and stuff.”

“You sure you’re not adopted?” Sal said. “You are so not Luke.”

“Well, for sure not by six-and-a-half inches anyway. But now that you mention it, Mom did kinda say one time how she found him on the doorstep in a basket. So maybe that explains it?”

Tucker rolled and advanced and, wonder be, there was no penalty. Sal let out a nearly silent breath of relief. The longer he kept his undies on, the less likely it was they’d fuck; Kaeleigh had figured that much out, at least. But she wasn’t sure what the reason was. Who said they had to fuck if they didn’t want to?

Tucker drew his card and read it. “Heh. We keep getting all these … there must be some kind of weird energy tonight, yeah. Has a sex partner ever put anything up your ass? If not, would you allow it?” He sighed. “Well, yeah, I’ve been rimmed a couple times, and I’ve had a finger or two up there too. It didn’t really trip my trigger, though, so I said she could stop doing that.” Everyone was very carefully not looking at Sal.

“Rimming,” Kaeleigh said.

“That’s when—” Casper said.

“I’ve heard of it, thanks, and … yeah, no, maybe that’s like … like a boundary for me.” She sounded a little surprised.

“Doing it, or having it done to you?”

“Well, the question’s about having it done to me, right?” Casper nodded. “Well … I don’t think so. I mean, why? I’ve got something a lot better right next door. I guess if whoever-it-was really, really wanted to do it, it’d be okay, but I don’t think I’d ask for it. And anal … I know some girls are way into it, and others have it as a sort of Plan B, like maybe if they’re on their period, or they don’t want to get pregnant or something. But … I mean, even with a lot of lube, I think it would kinda … hurt. I guess … I don’t know … I’m thinking I’d have to hear a real good reason before I let a boy butt-fuck me.”

“So it’s not out of the question?” Sal said.

“Well, no, but … I have a pussy. That’s what it’s for. If I felt a boy’s dick up my butt, I’d think he had … bad aim, or something.”

“It’s better if you’re a guy,” Travis said. “We have the prostate gland in there, which is sort of the dude version of the G-spot, and if we’re being fucked in just the right way, it can get pretty … intense.” He chuckled. “I guess you all know what my answer is. I’ve been fucked, and I like it. Rimming…” He shrugged at Kaeleigh. “There’re a lot of sensitive nerves in that area. If you’re turned on and in the right mood, it can feel pretty good, either as foreplay or something going on in between other events.”

“Oh. Huh.”

“I’ve tried it,” Sal said. “It’s not the worst thing, but you’re right, Kaeleigh, you need a lot of lube, and you have to relax just right. Too much and you might … make a mess on him. Not enough, and … yeah, the entry can hurt, but usually after he’s in, it doesn’t hurt any more. It just feels … full. Plus the cleanup’s not a great way to spend the afterglow. So, I, well, yeah, I’ve done it, but I’m not really into it, and I’d rather do it the regular way.”

“For me,” Nette said, “there’ve been a few times when I kind of had to do it.”

“Why?” said Casper. “Did anyone — is there someone’s ass we need to kick?”

“No, no no no no, it was nothing like that. I just mean if there’s three boys, and one of them really thinks he can’t wait.”

“Three guys?”

“What can I say?” She snorted, hawked, and fake-spat. “I’m a she-stud.”

“Wait,” Kaeleigh said. “Three boys at once?”

“Uh-huh.”

“How?”

“One in my mouth, one at the main entrance, and one at the back door. It’s actually … not too bad. When they’re both moving at once, I mean the ones who’re fucking me, I can feel them sort of … bump into each other. That can get kinda hot.”

“Well … yeah, okay, I guess I can see how that would be … pretty weird, but … what kind of position can you…”

“Me on top of one boy, the second boy facing me and kneeling over his head, and the third boy sort of … squatting from the rear.”

“Don’t you get tired?”

“It takes some stamina, yeah. And even more coordination.”

“I bet.”

“Yeah, this is where you’re a better man than I am, Trav,” Seana said. “And Sal and Nette. I have a lavish and marvelous entry portico with meticulously tended landscaping, of which I feel duly and justly proud, wired for all major appliances and sanitized daily for your convenience, with all the modern accouterments including hot and warm running cum, and that is the only entrance any boy requires or ever will be permitted to visit. The other is, for me, strictly exit only.” She smiled at Nette. “That’s not to say I’m not impressed as hell by your … flexibility?”

“In a previous life I was a Slinky, but alas, that ended all too soon.”

“What happened?”

“Someone pushed me down the stairs.”

“I’m totally on board with Seana,” Casper said. “I know some guys are way into it, but…” He shook his head. “Exit only for me.”

“You ever been rimmed, though?” Tucker said.

“Yeah, and it feels all right, but … I can’t stop thinking about what it is, you know? What she’s doing, and the part of me she’s doing it to. And it just kinda turns me off.”

“So you don’t ask a sex partner to do something you wouldn’t be willing to do yourself?” Sal said.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Yeah, that’s it. That’s it exactly.”

“Do you like being given head?”

Casper rolled his eyes. “I’ve done that, remember?”

“But you didn’t like it.”

“I’m not bi or gay.”

Sal considered that. “Yeah, okay, that’s fair. Becka?”

“Back-door games. I’ve played a few, yeah, usually when I was on my period and the guy was hot to fuck, but I’d much rather just suck him off. No cleanup, no mess, no lubes, no nothing. Just suck and swallow. Plus, I like giving head.”

“Liking it would make a big difference,” Casper said.

“It really does,” Travis nodded.

“Okay,” Tucker said. “We’ll break a while, and when we get back it’ll be Kaeleigh’s roll, or Luke’s, if he’s not dead. There’s Coke, tea, milk, lemonade, and water in the fridge, and munchies and stuff on the counter.”

Kaeleigh stood with everyone else and turned to Sal. “I’m betting you know where Tucker’s room is, huh?”

“Gave you that idea?” she said. “Let’s raid the kitchen first, though, okay? I could use something to fill the tank.”

“Yeah, good idea.” They scrummed with the rest of the group, and Kaeleigh considered them all. A half-naked half-dozen-plus teenagers, healthy and lean and young and boiling with hormones, knowing that half-naked might soon be fully naked, and that events could transform their party of sippers and munchers into a wet and heaving mass of orgiastic flesh. And right now, they were all just … standing around and talking to each other, like it was any Friday night anywhere. If you didn’t know what you were looking for — girls and boys in underwear, Sal topless — you’d think it was all just a pool party, Kaeleigh thought. And right now, I’m part of the party.

Do I want to keep playing?

Would they even let me if I asked?

Why would Sal have to fuck Tucker? Why didn’t they know they’d both be here? Why does it seem like some people here know each other, and others don’t? Didn’t Luke say they played every week?

She decided her tutorial would include her getting some answers, too.