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Kaeleigh Goes All the Way

Book 1: 2019 • Part II: Friday Evening, September: Making New Friends

1. Lessons ♥

The five girls gathered beverages and loaded up on snacks — chips, dip, fruits and veggies, brownies, and cookies (no glazed ones, apparently, sugar or otherwise); and Sal led them down the hall toward Tucker’s bedroom. On the way they passed him, standing by the bathroom door. “How’s he doing?” Sal said.

Tucker shrugged. “Lotta groaning, lotta flushing.”

“Yikes. He’d better not be getting dehydrated in there.”

“I passed in a Gatorade a couple minutes ago.”

“Oh, good,” Kaeleigh nodded. “Thanks for risking your life. He’s kinda a pain in the butt and he’s probably adopted, but he’s the only brother I have. Mom says I can’t have another one cause we’re all out of manure.”

“Oh, I only just opened the door a crack and sorta rolled it in,” Tucker said. “I didn’t see anything, but the aroma that came out…” He shook his head. “I’d call it not entirely human.”

“Ha ha,” came Luke’s voice from behind the door.

“Oh, that’s how it usually is,” Kaeleigh said. “It’s when it starts smelling like a catbox you gotta worry.” She knocked on the door. “Luke?”

“Whaaaaat?”

“You okay?”

“Nooooooo.”

“I’m gonna give Tucker a BJ, all right?”

“You better fucking not.”

She smiled at Tucker. “He’ll be all right.” She turned to follow the others.

“You know, Kaeleigh…” Tucker said.

“Yeah?”

“You were right to call me out on how I was with Sal. And … I think Luke’s incredibly lucky to have a sister like you. I’m glad you came tonight, and that you’re willing to sit in, and … you know, just play and relax and get into the game, however far you plan to play it out. You made it a lot more fun for everyone than I think it’s been in a while. Thanks.”

When a fairly cute, mostly-naked, well-built and well-hung teen boy says something like that to a girl of a certain age, it tends to melt her glaciers. Kaeleigh smiled at him, kissed his cheek, and followed Sal and the rest to Tucker’s room.

She stopped at the door and blinked around in surprise. “Holy shit, you could play tennis in here.” She stepped through. “Without moving any of the furniture first.”

“Yeah, he’s got everything he needs to be a good host,” Sal said, and pushed the door shut behind Kaeleigh, then engaged the lock. “Lots of space, en suite bath, TV, game console, stereo, books, computer loaded with what I’ll frankly admit is some very hot porn…” She led Kaeleigh further into the thick-carpeted, slate-blue-walled cavern. “Big comfy couch … soft poofy chairs … bed…”

The bed in question was a California king, large enough for six people easily, more if they liked sleeping close. “Is this where the orgy happens?”

“If it does, and if he’s hosting, yeah,” Sal said, and settled on the edge of the bed. Seana and Becka were on the couch, and Nette was sprawled out in one of the chairs, casual but looking sexy in her hot lingerie. Everyone was munching and sipping. “The rest of the time, it’s him and whatever girl or girls feel like getting off with him.”

“I was kinda wondering about that,” Kaeleigh said, settling onto the mattress next to Sal. The girl’s bare breasts were gorgeously illuminated by indirect overhead lighting. “The orgy doesn’t happen every time, right?”

“Huh-uh. It depends on what the winners decide.”

“Yeah,” Nette nodded. “Sometimes they do a loser-fuck, or they go for the oral, or each other.”

“Huh?”

“I guess Luke didn’t tell you much about how the game ends,” Sal said.

“Yeah, he’s … no. I mean I guess he’s not like super uptight, but he’s got this big-brother-protects-kid-sister thing running through his head all the time. Plus, I guess it has to do with sex, and … yeah, that’s not something we spend a lot of time talking to each other about, you know?”

“Okay, well, you’ve seen the board, and how it has a start and a finish. The first boy and girl to make it to the finish circle together are the winners. When you get a boy and a girl in the circle, you say they’ve gone all the way. That’s how the game got its name.”

“Oh, okay, I see. Wait, but what happens if they don’t get there at the same time?”

“They usually don’t,” Seana said. “Whoever gets there first doesn’t take any more turns. They just wait until the first player of the opposite sex gets there.”

“Oh. So if, like, you got there first, you’d wait until a boy got there too?”

“Uh-huh,” Seana said. “And then he and I, whoever he was, would be the winners.”

“What do you win? Sex?”

“Depends on what they decide,” Nette said. “They go into a little conference and agree on one of four prizes. One is that they get to fuck each other.”

“While the rest of us watch,” Sal added.

“Seriously?”

Nette nodded. “Oh, yeah, and let me tell you, sweetie, I’ve seen some damn fine shows. Another prize is all the other players — the losers — fuck while the winners watch.”

“Whoa.”

“Another prize,” Seana said, “is the boy gets to choose a girl from the losers to suck his dick, and the girl chooses a boy to eat her pussy.”

“What if they don’t want to?”

“Well, that’s partly what the questions in the game are about,” Becka said. “You find out what people will or won’t do, or do or don’t like, and you don’t ask them to do anything they say they don’t want to do. So the girl, she’d only pick a boy that she knows likes to go down. Same for the guy. He won’t pick a girl that hates giving head. And in case there are … uh, problems, or questions, each game has two players, a boy and girl, as referees. They’re usually the ones who’ve been playing the longest, like Sal and Tuck.”

“Also,” Sal said, “all the players know, going in, what might happen at the end, so no one plays who isn’t willing to be part of it all.”

“Oh.” Kaeleigh digested that, nibbling on a brownie. “That’s why you were all saying all that stuff earlier, asking me if I was sure I wanted to keep playing?”

“Yeah,” Sal said. “I guess I figured Luke filled you in. Now I wanna strangle him.”

“No, don’t be mad at him. I mean, he didn’t plan on getting food poisoning and me pretty much taking over for him. I’m pretty sure if he thought I was really gonna play, I’d know all this stuff already, even if he didn’t want me to.”

“Yeah, okay, that’s fair. Anyway, where were we?”

“Prizes for the winners.”

“Right, right. Another prize is the orgy.”

“Everyone, all together?”

“Yup.”

“Which most of the winners pick,” Becka said.

Kaeleigh snorted. “I sure as hell would.”

“Damn straight,” Seana said. “I knew you were awesome.”

“But … okay, you said no one has to do anything they don’t want to do.”

“That’s right,” Nette said. “Consent’s a hundred percent required for everything. You don’t ask someone to do something you know they’re not into, and anyone can say no at any time, even if it is something they’ve said they’re okay with doing. If you push it, you can be kicked out of the game and not allowed to play again.”

“So how come you said you might have to fuck Tucker?”

“Oh, that,” Sal said, rolling her eyes. “Well, one rule of the game is that if the boy and girl are both naked before they go all the way, they have to fuck each other.”

“And they still get to pick any of the other prizes,” Becka said, “so they might fuck, and then decide on the orgy, too.”

“I get it,” Kaeleigh said. “If you’re naked, and the first girl in the circle, and Tucker gets in next and he’s naked too…”

“Yup,” Sal said. “El fuckarino, him and me, guaranteed. If I’d been thinking, I’d’ve worn a bra, and something other than a one-piece. And probably socks, a jacket, a parka, and a petticoat. As it is right now, Tuck and I are in a dead heat, with only Luke down to his undies too. And I don’t think he’s gonna be able to finish the game. There’s a one in three chance it’ll be Tuck in the circle ahead of Trav and Cas, and a one in four chance I’ll be in first, and I’m just about sure we’ll both be naked before anyone goes all the way tonight.” She shook her head. “It really could happen. I might actually have to fuck him.”

“One in five girls,” Kaeleigh said. “I’m playing too, remember?”

“But,” Becka said. “If you … uh, well, I mean, okay, if you’re first in the circle with a boy…”

“Oh yeah. I kinda forgot about that.” She looked at Sal again. “So … how come you’re even playing with him at all? I mean, if you know he’s gonna be in the game too, there’s always a chance you might go all the way with him, and then … uh … have to go all the way with him.”

“Yeah,” Sal sighed. “That was … a bit of a mix-up. Someone blew the game roster this week.”

“What do you mean? What roster?”

“Luke really didn’t tell you much, did he?” Nette said. Kaeleigh shook her head. “We’re not the only players in town, and this isn’t the only game going on tonight.”

“Oh.” She thought for a moment. “Ohh…”

“Yeah, there’re about two hundred kids, in all, on the rosters,” Becka said, “and about twenty-five different games each week, so everyone gets a chance to play. And to keep it interesting, they … mix up who’s playing in what group each week.”

“That’s why everyone has such a crazy high score for sex partners, huh?”

“You got it. After a couple years, it’s usually pretty close to seventy, if you’re straight.”

“Right,” Sal said. “And this week, for Tuck’s group, one of the other girls pulled out at the last minute, so they slotted me in. They know I’ve asked not to be matched with him, so someone just … wasn’t paying attention, I guess. I didn’t even find out until I saw the location this morning, and by then it was too late to change anything, so I…” She shrugged. “I figured, well, the odds are in my favor of not having to fuck him, and I knew he wouldn’t approach me even if there was an orgy. He … really, Kaeleigh, he’s not a bad guy, and what happened between him and me was a couple years ago.”

“But how come you didn’t know until today?”

“No one knows where they’re playing any week until the day of,” Seana said. “We get an address by text that morning, and that’s how we know where it’s being hosted.”

“And no one knows who else is in the group until everyone’s there,” Nette said. “So when Sal showed up at the door … well, she knew she’d be here, but Tuck didn’t. I thought he did pretty well handling it, overall.”

“Yeah,” Sal said. “Once we revived him.”

“But … why? I mean, if everything was posted online or something, you wouldn’t have this kind of mix-up.”

“All The Way is a sex game,” Nette said. “Can you imagine what would happen if some … parent, or a cop, or a preacher or something found out about it? And found a list of the names of two hundred kids who play it, complete with addresses and phone numbers, somewhere online?”

“True,” said Kaeleigh. “There’d be a high death toll.”

“Yeah, they shit their pants pretty hard over skittle parties, or wristbands and stuff, and that’s not even real,” Becka said.

“Every kid on that list of names … well, most of them, probably … would be dead cold meat at home for, oh, until the sun burned out,” Seana said.

“Never allowed out the door again,” Becka said. “Until they hit eighteen.”

“And then got kicked out, probably.”

“Okay, so they mix everyone around,” Kaeleigh nodded. “That explains a lot. I figured it was the same eight of you, getting together every week, but that didn’t make sense cause it’s like you barely know each other, sorta, but it’s obvious you’ve all played before, and it just didn’t all fit together. I mean, it’d be kinda weird, hearing the same stories each week about dick size or who likes cum or whatever. After a while you’d all be too bored to play, cause everyone would know everyone’s stories by heart.”

“The questions on the cards don’t change, true, but from week to week the answers usually do, since we’re with different players.”

“And that’s how you find out what everyone’s into, so you know what lines not to cross.” Kaeleigh looked at Nette. “And that’s why you and Casper are hooking up. You never met before.”

“No, we know each other from around,” Nette said. “He goes to my school. But I didn’t know he was a player until I saw him here tonight, and he didn’t know I was, either.”

“Yeah, it’s like Fight Club, you know?” Becka said. “You don’t talk about the game to anyone else, unless you know you’re talking to another player. And the only way to know that for sure is if you’ve seen them at a game.”

“To keep it secret?”

“Exactly. We don’t need some kid tattling, or blabbing. So this way, even if some group actually got caught in the middle of it, all anyone would know about is that bunch of eight kids, no one else.”

“Like a terrorist cell,” Kaeleigh said. “Has anyone ever been caught?”

“There’ve been some near misses I know about,” Nette said. “But only a couple.”

“Yeah,” Sal said. “Whoever’s hosting always has a backup plan. Usually it’s Monopoly or Clue, in case a parent’s car drives up out of nowhere. I know one girl who always sets up a Risk campaign before the real game comes out, so she can swap it out in a few seconds while everyone gets dressed. Anyway, we all figured you were interested in playing, because that’s how we find new players. They come in as a guest of a current player — it’s called being an observer — watch the whole game except for the prize, and decide if they want to join in after they’ve seen how it goes down. If they do, they get on the rosters, and off they go.”

“Yeah, okay, but Luke’s my brother, not just some kid I know. I mean, wouldn’t it be weird for me to come in as an observer with him?”

“Happens more often than you might think,” Nette said. “Siblings know each other pretty well, and big bro might want to show little bro, because he knows he’ll be into it, or big sis might help little sis expand her horizons. And if kid brother or sister decides they want to play too, they just don’t get matched with their sib in a group.”

“That makes a lot of sense.”

“We see it that way too,” Sal said. “But usually, the observer already has the background on the game before they’re sitting in.”

“Oh, I’d’ve got it out of him one way or another, but he’s sorta offline tonight anyhow.”

“It’s too bad about Luke,” Nette said. “I wouldn’t’ve minded hooking up. Guess I’ll just have to give him my number.”

“What, to get with him on the side or something?”

“Yeah, like me and Cas.”

“Okay, but … you said Casper drives you nuts.”

“He does. Can’t fuckin’ stand him. Always wising off about something, usually when I’m trying to concentrate on math or history.”

“So … why…”

“He’s a player,” Nette shrugged. “I’ve fucked some of the other boys playing tonight, but not him yet, so I figured why not. He’s been in the game a couple years, so he’s pretty much guaranteed to be an incredible fuck, and I figured maybe if I do him, he’ll settle down a little at school. Or at least I can put up with him better. Besides, he does have a pretty damn hot little body.”

“Like a teenage firefighter,” Becka sighed. “Mama like.” All the other girls rather thoroughly didn’t disagree.

“Good sex can make you really patient about a lot of other things in a boy,” Sal said. She sounded like she was in a position to know all about that, and Kaeleigh could guess how.

“So … all the players have to be good at sex?”

“Oh God, no. Most are lousy at it when they start,” Becka said. “God knows I was. But if you’re fucking three or four people a week, well, that’s a lot of practice.”

“Plus any hookups you make on the side,” Nette said.

“Hookups, yeah. Travis said they happened a lot. I thought it was a weird thing to say, but it makes a lot more sense now, since I know it’s not the same eight people all the time.”

“Yeah, speaking of Travis,” Nette said.

“…What about him?”

“He’s very cute, and it’s very easy to notice that. Sparks? Fireworks?”

Kaeleigh blushed and shrugged. “He’s … cute, yeah. And he’s sweet.”

“So … he’s half a firework? One spark?”

“I … really don’t know,” Kaeleigh said. “I have a lot to think about.” She looked around at the other girls. “I mean, you know I’m a virgin. And … I really am kinda tired of being one. I figure it’s about time I started, you know, changing that. But before tonight I didn’t know any boys I’d do it with, oh my God all the ones at school are such dorknozzles, and now I know two. Uh, maybe three, if, if that’s okay, Sal.”

“Please,” she said. “Be my guest. You wouldn’t be disappointed, and not just because of his dick. He really is good at it.”

“Well … well, okay, thanks. So, uh, three, I guess. But they’re all older than me and I don’t know if they’d even be into it. I’m still in middle school. And I’m still kinda wrapping my head around the idea that I actually, I mean if I stay in the game and everyone’s okay with it, I might actually literally go all the way tonight. Maybe even with more than one boy. Maybe even with a, a, a girl.”

“You’ve got one volunteer for sure,” Nette said.

“Two,” Sal said.

Seana shifted. “Yeah, well, you know how I was saying it’d have to be the right circumstance? This kinda counts. If you wanted to make it with me sometime, Kaeleigh, I’d be all right with that.”

“Gosh. Wow.” She knew her face was crimson, but didn’t care. “Thanks. All of you.”

“Uh,” said Becka. “You know, me too.” She shrugged. “What the hell. I like you, you know? And if I ever do a girl, I want it to be someone badass, fearless, and insanely cool. Like a one-in-a-million shot. If, I mean, you know, you were into it.”

“I really don’t know what to say,” Kaeleigh said. “I think you’re all awesome, and here you are just…” She shook her head. “Thanks. Seriously, totally, thank you.”

“Might want to ask Tucker if he’s got any condoms he can spare, just in case,” Seana said to Sal.

“Oh, I wouldn’t need those. I have an Enfem.” She looked up at the sudden silence, saw how the others were staring at her. “What?”

“Kaeleigh,” Sal said, “this is an Enfem-only group.”

“Huh?”

“Yeah, we’ve all got ’em,” Nette said.

“Well … good. I mean, it totally rocks.”

“No, that’s … I mean yeah, it does, but that’s not why it matters.”

“Huh?”

Becka leaned forward. “There’re about a hundred girls in the game, and a hundred boys.”

“Right…”

“And of the girls, only about thirty have Enfems.”

“So … what does everyone else use?”

“Rubbers. Nordolex MascuLines if they can afford them, you know, for the feel, or Durex if they can’t, but … barrier protection.”

“I’m still not…”

“Girls with Enfems are kind of elite in the game,” Seana said. “We have first pick of people we will and won’t play with, they cluster us together in groups if they can, and we’re kinda worshipped a little by the boys.”

“Really? Why? It’s just an IUD.”

“Because when a boy is in an all-Enfem group like this one, he doesn’t need condoms,” Sal said. “Because the Enfem also kills STD’s. There’s no moment of wait, let me put it on. There’s no oh shit, I’m out of rubbers. There’s no fuck, I think it came off or broke. We can fuck any boy we want, any time we want, with zero worries and without condoms, and the boys all know it.”

“So everyone wants to be in groups with us,” Becka said. “The boys love it, and … we do too. We can fuck anything with a boner, and we pretty much do.”

“Yeah,” Sal said. “Usually in a group like this one, every boy ends up fucking every girl during the orgy.”

“Because they can?”

“Because we all can. We’re all here for the same thing, to get as much sex as possible, with as many boys as we can.”

“Even with … Luke?”

Nette shrugged. “Sorry, sweetie. You can’t see it, but the rest of us can. He’s cute. If he was in here right now, there’s at least two girls who’d jump him, and I’m one.”

“You know,” Kaeleigh said, “it’s a good thing he isn’t hearing this, because it’s exactly what he was afraid I’d be talking about when I got my Enfem last year.”

“Huh?”

“Oh, he … he’s worse than Mom. She got the Enfem for me because who the fuck likes cramps all the time anyhow, and she totally understood, and we talked about the pill or implants or IUD’s. And we both figured the IUD was best, cause I wouldn’t have to remember to take it every day. And she decided Enfem, cause it stops your cycles totally, and it has the anti-STD bacteria, and she figured that, even if I wasn’t doing it right then, someday I’d want to start fucking, and she wanted me to be safe. But Luke…” She shook her head. “I’m always gonna be the kid sister, emphasis on kid. It’s like he thinks I’m still five years old, sometimes.”

“Brothers,” Seana sighed. “I think there’s only ever really two kinds. The bratty little snot, and the one who thinks he’s your dad.”

There was a silent moment of reflection as all the girls meditated on this profound truth.

“So are you saying you want to stay in the game?” Nette said. “No matter what happens?”

“I…” Kaeleigh sighed. “I want to start, you know, having sex. But … I guess I figured, you know, it wouldn’t be like this … this assortment on a silver platter or something. I figured I’d do it the usual way, with the dating and holding hands and, uh…”

“Being groped at a school dance,” Sal said.

“Having a hand shoved up your skirt at the movies,” Becka said.

“Getting his pants off and discovering he’s already cummed,” Seana said.

“And then discovering he doesn’t know how to eat pussy, and having his dick in you for two minutes and then he’s done, and you haven’t even started,” Nette said.

“Or he won’t eat your pussy no matter what, but he still wants you to suck his dick,” Seana said.

“Or take it up your ass,” Sal said.

“And when you tell him he’s being selfish, he asks you if you’re on your period,” Becka said.

“And then he breaks up with you and tells you it’s your fault,” Nette said.

“And then he tells everyone at school that, A, he went all the way with you, and B, he made you come your brains out, ha, and C, you’re a slut,” Seana said.

Kaeleigh studied her. She studied all the others. She licked her lips. “You know, when you put it like that … maybe the assortment’s better?”

“It really depends on what you’re looking for,” Nette said. “If you want a relationship with one boy, especially something probably monogamous, and dating and romance and all that before you go all the way with him … yeah, this isn’t the best way to make that happen at all. But if what matters to you is sex, really good sex, getting laid and having a great time doing it with a boy you like well enough as a friend but don’t expect to be anything more … if you’re just in it to get all the fucking and oral you can stand … this might be a great way for you to get started. It’s like having all the benefits of a boyfriend without having to whack him upside the head every ten minutes to keep him in line.”

Kaeleigh nodded at that, thinking. “I … want to have sex, without a ton of drama. With a, yeah, like a boy who’s a friend. He doesn’t have to be my boyfriend, as long as he’s not a total loser. I just wanna do it, you know? But would any of them even want to get with me at all? I’m thirteen.”

“There are a few other thirteen-year-old players,” Sal said. “No one objects, as long as everyone’s matured. Physically, I mean.”

“As one boy I’ll be hooking up with tomorrow has been known to put it,” Nette said, “If there’s grass on the field, play ball.” Kaeleigh snorted. “Yeah, I know, it’s crude, but it sums it up, and I kind of agree. Way I see it, if you’re old enough to want sex, you’re old enough to do it.”

“Every boy here tonight would be with you, if you wanted,” Becka said. “I’m pretty sure of that. I’m totally sure of Trav, and Tuck and Cas both said they’d have sex with any girl in the game. You could fuck any one of them, or all three of them. Or you could keep it limited to strictly oral, or even just fingerbanging and handjobs. They’d be okay with that, and they wouldn’t push you, or beg or nag. And every boy here would make sure you cummed your brains out, and none of them would do anything you didn’t want him to do, and none of them — not one — would be disappointing.”

“I can say that’s true,” Sal said. “Even for Tuck.”

“You’ve been with all of them?”

“Tuck, and Luke, yeah. But—”

“You fucked Luke?”

“We’ve hooked up before, at other games.”

“Eww.”

“I expect you to feel that way,” Sal said. “But I’m not his sister. I haven’t spent the last thirteen years watching him pick his nose and pull his underwear out of his butt-crack.” Kaeleigh giggled. “I haven’t been with Trav or Cas, but I’ve heard things about both of them. They’re as good as any other boy who’s been playing a while … and that’s … really, really damn good.”

“But … look, it’s really your call,” Nette said. “Sex, whether it’s your first time or your thousandth, is always your choice. You get to set the scene, and if the scene you’re looking at here isn’t what you want, don’t do it.”

“I just want my first time to be good,” Kaeleigh said. “I mean … I want the boy to, you know, to take his time. Let me, you know, get used to it. Back off if I need him to. Stop if I say it’s hurting.”

“You want him to respect you,” Nette said.

“Yeah.”

Nette looked at Sal. They both nodded. “Travis,” they said at once.

Kaeleigh swallowed. “You … really? You think so?”

“Sweetie, I’d let him be the first time for my sister,” Nette said. “And she’s younger than you are.”

“If you’re seriously thinking about going through with it tonight, then Travis, for sure,” Sal said. “And even if you’re not ready tonight … get his number before you leave. And call him when you are ready.”

“Yeah,” Becka said. “I never played with Travis before, but I’ve also heard a lot of good things about him. He’s a prince, from what I can tell.”

“Except when he’s a princess,” Nette said.

“What do you think, Seana?” Kaeleigh said.

“I think…” She sighed. “I think it’s really your decision. But my first time … I hear you when you say you don’t need any drama, and you’re right; you don’t. You also don’t need a boy with a serious ego problem, or a boy who thinks he owns you just because you let him put his dick in you, or someone who doesn’t know what the hell he’s even doing, who couldn’t find his way around a vulva with a GPS and a flashlight. Travis isn’t any of those things. I’ve been watching how he treats you. He likes you as a person, he’s obviously attracted to you as a girl, and he’s … genuine, I mean he’s really actually as sweet as it seems like he is. You’re looking for respect, and he respects you. You’d want skills, and he has them. He’s had sex with a ton of other boys, so he’s got a pretty damn good idea what it’s like to be on the receiving end. He’s had sex with a ton of girls, and I don’t know any who’d turn him down for a second roll. And he’s cute, and he’s got a really nice, tight little body with an ass made for grabbing, and he’s good with his tongue and his dick, and there’s just no ego there. Sex with him isn’t about sex with him. It’s about you, and whether it’s good for you.”

“Have you…”

“About six months ago, yeah, and it was great. He’s been with about eighty or ninety girls, and he’s a total expert. He did it slow, he made it last, and he made me feel like a woman in all the best ways. He pays attention to what he’s doing and how it makes you feel, how you react to it, and he figures out fast what all the best stuff is for you, and after that, that’s all you get from him. He genuinely enjoys female orgasm, loves to bring it to his partners, and he knows we can be multiply-orgasmic and how to go about making it happen. If my first time had been with a boy like him, I think I’d’ve been pretty goddamned happy about it. I know I would’ve cummed, unlike my actual first time.”

“Huh. What … um … what does his, his cum taste like, do you know?”

“Travis is that rarest of all boys,” Seana said. “His cum is very creamy and smooth, it’s very mild — not salty, not bitter, not strong or spicy — and there’s a hell of a lot of it. It tastes a little like toasted almonds.”

“Damn,” Sal said. “I want me some of that.”

“God yeah,” Becka said. “Now I want the whole package for sure.”

“If you like him that much, why isn’t he your boyfriend?”

Seana ticked off points on her fingers. “He’s bi, so a girl isn’t enough. I hook up with two to four boys a week, just in the game, and he’s at least as busy as I am. I’m not looking for a relationship right now, so it’s not a priority. He’s a good friend and a hot fuck, and relationshipizing that would probably tank it for us.”

Kaeleigh blew out a breath. “Okay. Uh, I don’t have to decide right this minute, do I?”

“No, but you’ll probably want to be sure, one way or another, within an hour after we start playing again.”

“Well, okay, I’ll … I’ll decide something before then. Meanwhile … weren’t we supposed to be comparing notes on something else?”

“Oh yeah,” Nette said. “Your magic touch.”

Kaeleigh giggled. “But I wanna know what you guys do, too. And my … magic touch works better if you cummed once or twice already.”

“Well, I guess I can start,” Sal said, “since I’ve been in this very room before, doing something kinda like this.” She stood and shucked her panties, exposing a nicely-groomed brown bush above a petite slit. She sat down again and parted her knees. “One thing I like to do when I’m getting started is just kinda … cup and massage.” She demonstrated, her hand covering her mound and labia, moving in a slow circular motion.

“So … do we all try it, or what?” Kaeleigh said.

“Might as well,” Seana shrugged. There was general agreement, and in a few more moments, four more pairs of panties were on the floor.

“This is nice,” Becka said, her hand moving, moving. “It’s relaxing.”

“Yeah,” Nette sighed, leaning back in her chair. “Mmm, I like this massage thing, Sal. It’s a good warmup.”

“It’s good for in-between, too. How do you start it?”

“Me? Oh, I run my fingers up and down on the outside, like this.” Her fingertips traced a light, tickling path over her plump outer labia, making faint scritching noises in the short-trimmed blonde hairs there. Soon all the girls were doing it.

“Ohh,” Kaeleigh sighed. “I can feel it in my nips.”

“Uh-huh. It puts little echoes all through your skin.”

“Yeah…”

“Do this to a boy’s balls sometime,” Nette went on.

“Why?”

“Far as I can tell, it feels pretty much the same for them as it does for us.”

“Whoa, awesome.”

“How do you start it, Kaeleigh?”

“Mmm, I usually lick my fingers and sorta … just … right up the crease, like this, just little tickles.”

“Nice,” Seana said. “I like that one, too.”

Becka sighed and stretched, leaning back. “That is nice. If I wasn’t already wet before we started, I sure would be by now.” There were silent nods and faint smiles all around.

“You were wet before?” Kaeleigh said.

“Fuck yeah. I always get wet when I play All The Way. Cause I know what’s probably gonna happen, and watching all those boys lose their clothes … showing off the merchandise … mmm…”

Kaeleigh giggled. “God, I thought it was just me.”

“Nope. And later on you’ll be seeing some hardons, if that’s your bag. The closer we get to the end, the hornier we all get.”

“Awesome. I thought I was a sex maniac or something.”

“We all are, sweetie.”

“Yeah,” Seana said. “We’re teenagers.” She sighed and her hand changed its stroke. “And we’re here to fuck tonight…”

“Hey, any of you ever try this?” Becka said. She licked her fingers, then parted her fold with her other hand, and gently teased at her inner labia, nudging them free from the crease they nestled in. They began to unfurl and glisten under her slow, gentle strokes. “It’s not as good as a tongue in there, but it’s still … pretty good.”

Soon all the girls were sighing, their legs spread wide, their inner labia swollen and full in the room’s soft light. Sounds, just as soft, of wet flesh began to waft on the air, sounds and the faint scent of rising feminine arousal.

“How about this?” Nette said, nestling her middle finger in the valley, her index and ring fingers framing it. “Just … press a little, and go side to side…”

“Whoa,” Kaeleigh said. “Wow, that’s … hitting a lot of places…”

“Ah yeah, it’s one of my favorites,” Seana murmured. “Oh … yeah…” Her hand was moving steadily now.

“Move your fingertips over the ripples,” Kaeleigh sighed. “Just barely…” She shivered.

“You got it,” Becka nodded. “Yeah, you definitely got the idea.”

“Right about now,” Sal said, “is when I go in…” Her middle finger slipped into her body, first just the tip, then gradually more and more of it, rocking in and out, as the glisten of her fluids built on her skin.

“Yeah,” Becka said, rocking her hips up. “And keep the top of your finger close so it … presses on … your … clit…”

“Mmm, and knead the mound,” Nette said. Her back was arching now, her breasts high, the nipples proud.

“Fuck yeah,” Seana moaned. “Fuck yeah … fuck yeah … fuck … yeah…” She gasped and shivered and her eyes flew open, and she slowed, a flush blooming in her cheeks. “Oh … yeah,” she sighed, and started licking her fingers off. Kaeleigh came next, with Nette fast on her heels, watching the show; and then Sal and Becka rounded out the warmup.

“Oh-kay,” Sal murmured, her voice low and smoky. “Now that we’ve got our motors running, why don’t you show us your eighteen-cum trick?”

“Sure,” Kaeleigh breathed. Her heart was thumping fast, even though she’d just cummed. She’d never masturbated with even one girl before, let alone a roomful of them, and she was almost faint with the crashing waves of horniness that roared through her blood. There was something warm, good, friendly, and very hot about knowing everyone there was feeling the same things right then, all on the same page, and that it was about nothing but pure sex. If this was what the orgy was like … and with boys there, too…

She licked her lips. “You know how your clit goes way back in, like, deep under your mound? That’s what you’re looking for. There’s this, I call it a root, and it’s just totally super sensitive. I think it connects to the inner lips.”

“Is it above the bone?” Sal said, probing.

“Huh-uh, it’s actually kinda under it, under the arch, where everything’s a little spongy. You just sorta … push down and in, and press a little like this, until you feel it … and then you kinda … pinch a little, like, a little horseshoe around it, and you barely move your fingers at all, just back and forth a little…”

“I think…” Becka said. “I think I’ve got — oh, oh shit,” she hissed, her eyes wide on Kaeleigh. “Holy fucking Christ.”

“You got it, yeah.”

“I can barely stand it.” She stared down at her hand, her eyes wide, gaping and astonished at her own body. “But I can’t stop…”

“Fuck,” Sal gasped. “Holy shit oh my fucking God how long has this been there and I never even knew it…”

“I don’t…” Seana said. “I … wait … wait … waiiiiohhh fucking hell goddamn … shit shit shit shit … I just cummed, oh fucking God I cummed in like ten seconds…”

“I’m not getting it,” Nette said. “Maybe I don’t have one?”

“You have a clit,” Kaeleigh said, and came again. “It’s … ohh … it’s there … it’s there…”

“I can’t find it,” Nette said, looking at what all the others were doing, her fingers probing and pressing and kneading in her buzzed blonde patch.

“Here.” Kaeleigh took her hand off herself reluctantly, and half-stumbled over to the frustrated girl. “Here, just … wow, you got a real deep cleft. Maybe it’s kinda hiding in there. Is it okay if I, uh, like, show you?”

“You … did … show … us…” Becka panted, her hand barely moving at all, her body locked in taut ecstasy. “Oh my God you showed us…”

“I mean … personally.”

Nette looked up at her. “You … don’t mind?”

Kaeleigh smiled. “No.”

“Okay.” Nette leaned back and Kaeleigh sat beside her. She watched the girl press and probe, very gently, at her full mound, above her labia. It was almost a professional touch, but her fingers were too careful and delicate in their explorations for it to be clinical. “I kinda have a big fat pad there. That’s what my gyno says, anyhow.”

“That’s okay. It’s in there, I know it is. It’s right up … okay, here’s your clit, feel it?”

“Yeah, I know where that is, for sure.”

Kaeleigh giggled. “Right, well, it’s kinda … hidden, in the way your fold starts, just at the top, deep in your mound…” She pressed, worked her fingers into Nette’s flesh, and felt the swelling that was her goal. “There.”

Nette gaped at her, her eyes wide and her mouth an O of surprise and delight.

Kaeleigh twitched her fingers. “See?”

Nette was panting now. “Yeah. Yeah. Oh God, oh my God.”

“Just … there…” Her voice was low and gentle and she was looking right into Nette’s eyes, fully aware of what she was doing. “Just … like this…”

“You’re gonna make me come.”

“I know.”

“I want to kiss you,” Nette breathed.

Kaeleigh’s heart went from thud to jackhammer. “Okay.”

It was good, as good as it had been earlier, but it wasn’t part of a game. It was a choice, a choice she was making to kiss a girl, to kiss Nette, the girl whose mound she was massaging, the girl who was shivering in her arms while Kaeleigh brought her to orgasm, coming and coming over and over, and kissing her and kissing her, and they were naked from the waist down and slowly twining themselves together, and their tongues were dancing, and Nette’s hand moved and she found the place, the right place, the exact same place on Kaeleigh, and then they were locked together, rocking together, breathing the same air and sharing the same moment, the same feelings, the same rivening ecstasies.

A chorus of sirens wailed glory, and they slowed at last, their hands easing back, their lips parting.

“Oh my God,” Nette breathed, and licked her lips. “Goddess. My goddess.” She stroked Kaeleigh’s cheek. “Thank you.”

Kaeleigh smiled and kissed her, a deep and abiding warmth welling in her bosom, the rich flow of endorphins bathing her in gentle afterglow. “Now you know. And … and now I guess I do, too, a little.” She leaned forward and murmured into Nette’s ear. “I never made anyone come before. No one ever made me come before. I never did this before with anyone in my life.”

“Goddess,” Nette sighed. “It was … truly … an honor.”

“You know,” Becka said, “I never got why guys get off on watching something like that. But now … maybe I do.” There was a soft murmur of agreement from the other girls. They’d all looked on in stunned silence, all masturbating, watching the hot little tangle of bliss; and they’d all had hotter cums because of it.

Kaeleigh barely registered it. She was still staring into Nette’s eyes. “I want to be with you,” she said.

“Yes,” Nette said.

“I want to make love with you.”

“Yes. I do too.”

“I want you to be the first girl I go all the way with.”

“Yes. Yes. Thank you.”

“I want you to teach me everything you know about being with a girl.”

“I will. I will.”

Kaeleigh kissed her. “Okay. Tonight, okay? Can we?”

“Of course we can. But are you asking for a hookup, or…?”

“Or,” Kaeleigh said.

Nette swallowed. “Does that mean you want to … play through?”

“Yeah,” Kaeleigh said. “I want to have sex. With the boys. And with you. With … everyone who’ll do it with me.”

The others had gathered around them quietly, circling them where they sat cuddled together in the chair. Now Sal’s hand pressed, warm, on Kaeleigh’s shoulder, and caressed it. “Welcome to the game,” she said. “We’re very glad you’re here with us. And we’re all in on anything that happens later tonight.”

Kaeleigh looked up at her, around at all the friendly faces, and smiled. “You all felt it, right? I mean, we were all … coming together, feeling the same thing at the same time. Right?”

“Yeah,” Seana said. “We were.”

“Thanks to you,” Becka said. “Seventeen years. Seventeen years I’ve had a pussy, and I know a lot of great things it can do, but I never knew it could do that.”

“How did you discover it?” Sal said.

“I have a lot of free time.”

“Hmph. And they say youth is wasted on the young.”

Kaeleigh smiled again and turned back to Nette. “Thanks.”

“No, sweetie.” She took Kaeleigh’s hand, the hand that had brought her a release of ecstasy she’d never known was in her until its deft touch let it loose, and kissed the palm, delicately. “Thank you.”

“We should probably go back, huh?” Kaeleigh said.

“Yeah,” Sal sighed. “We’ve been gone a while, and if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that you never leave a bunch of half-naked boys alone for too long.”

“Why?” Kaeleigh said, disentangling herself from Nette, then helping her to her feet. “Do they start circle-jerking?”

“More like reverting,” Becka said. “Ever read Lord of the Flies?”

“Oh God, really? Even in high school?”

“Pret-ty much,” Seana said. “A circle-jerk would be an improvement. If it’s not already, the whole room’s gonna be burping and telling fart jokes soon.” Kaeleigh giggled.

“Uh,” Sal said. “This question’s gonna come up, so maybe it’s something you’ll really want to think about. If there’s a group thing, or even if there’s not, the boys will want to know if you … want a barrier when you’re having sex with them.”

“You mean like rubbers?” Sal nodded. “Why? I mean, I have the Enfem. I can’t get pregnant, and I can’t get bugs. That was why me and Mom thought it was the best idea. I don’t need to worry about anything. Besides, I mean if, if I’m gonna actually go all the way with anyone tonight, that’s … it’s part of the whole thing, right?”

“So you actually want them to, uh … inside you?”

“Yeah. That’s what makes it … really real. Or anyway, that’s what I always thought.”

“No argument there,” said Becka. The other girls nodded. “You’re going to be crazy popular in the game.”

“You mean I’ll fuck a lot of boys?”

“I’m pretty sure they’ll be lining up, yeah.”

“Awesome.” They giggled with her. “God, I’m just so glad I can talk about this and not be slut-shamed. I just want to fuck, you know? Like … all the time. Maybe it’s because I never have, but I think about it so much sometimes that it drives me a little nuts. Like I’ll see a boy and he’s maybe a little cute, or at least he’s not flicking boogers at everyone, and I’m thinking hell yeah, get over here. Does that … after you start having sex, does it calm down any?”

“It … not for me, anyway,” Nette said.

“I’m pretty much totally horny all the time too,” said Seana.

“I think we all are,” said Becka. “It’s why we play. I don’t know if we’re, you know, the outliers, the girls who are hornier than most, or if we’re just more willing to admit it. The good part is that here, it doesn’t matter.”

“Damn straight. Sluts aren’t shamed in All The Way,” Nette said. “We’re treated like the goddesses we really are.”

“One thing I have noticed,” Sal said, “is that … yeah, I still get plenty horny. But it’s more focused now, more directed. Maybe it’s because I’ve had a lot of practice, so I’ve got a better idea what I like and what I’m willing to do, even if it’s not my absolute favorite thing. Also, I’m getting … I’m sort of heading toward the outside of my teens, and from everything I’ve heard that’s sort of a plateau. You know, the hormones start rolling when you’re eleven or so, you hit this major peak and just go nuts until you’re fourteen or fifteen, and then it slows down a little and you kind of ride a more … steady wave for a few years.”

“And then what?” Kaeleigh said.

“Well, if you’re a boy, it sort of fades through your twenties, and then it settles down, but it never really goes away. If you’re a girl, that happens too, until you hit your late twenties or early thirties, and then it comes back in a big way for five or ten years again.”

“Oh, that explains cougars,” Seana said.

“Kind of what I was thinking too.”

“You gonna be a cougar when you grow up?” Kaeleigh said.

“I already am now.” They all laughed. They took turns rinsing at the sink in Tucker’s bathroom, then pulled on their panties, policed up the bottles and plates, and went, as one, back down the hall.

“How’d it go?” Tucker said. He was still outside the bathroom door.

“Better than it did for you, I bet,” Sal said. “Luke still in trouble?”

“He came out for a few minutes, but…” Tucker shrugged. “I think he’s gonna have to back out tonight. He’s talking about going home, if he can keep everything contained for fifteen minutes at one go.”

“Yeah,” Sal said, over the sound of the toilet flushing. “That’s probably a good idea.”

Kaeleigh bit her lip. “But … he drove us here. He’s my ride.”

“Tuck,” Sal said, “it’s very, very important that Kaeleigh keeps playing.”

He blinked. “Why?”

“It means a lot to her.”

He studied Kaeleigh. “You want in all the way? I mean … you want to be all the way in the game?”

“Yeah,” she said, her voice quiet. “Yeah, I do.” She swallowed. “All the way. For real. I know what might happen, and … I know it’ll be okay. I want to do it. I won’t back out or anything.”

He looked at Sal again. “What’d you guys do in there?”

“We initiated her into the coven,” Nette said. “Now she belongs to the Dark Goddess Lilith.”

“Oh, that,” he said. “Yeah, that’s fine. I thought maybe you did something bad, like sell her a bunch of stock.”

“Your dad sells stock,” Sal said.

“S’how I know.” He smiled at Kaeleigh. “Don’t worry about staying. Someone’ll give you a ride home later, okay?”

“I’ll do it,” Nette said. “No problem.”

“Thanks.”

“Do you know who … I mean, if … it … happens, do you know who you want your … first guy to be?”

“Yeah. Travis.”

“Okay. That’s … actually a damn good choice. He’s the only guy I ever blew whose cum I could almost swallow.”

“You wasted it?” Seana said.

“Huh-uh, I snowballed with the girl I was fucking. You should tell him, though, so he’ll be ready.”

“Ready for what?” Kaeleigh said.

“Well … you know, it might mean something special to him, and it’s probably a good idea to make sure he’s okay with being your first. Some guys can get … something like that can make them a little nervous.”

“I don’t wanna marry him or anything. I just wanna fuck him.”

“No, I meant — yeah, okay, that’s a good way to approach it. I just mean that a girl can get a lot of ideas about … what to expect from sex, based on the first guy she’s with. So the guy might be concerned about messing something up.”

“Well,” Kaeleigh said slowly, “he won’t be the only boy I’ll be with tonight, I hope, so I figure I’ll get a … variety of ideas about what to expect from sex.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. If it happens, I want to be with you too. And Casper. Okay?”

“Yeah. You bet. I’m … honored. Thank you. Cas will be, too.” He thought for a moment. “Sal, there’s a bunch of Nordos in the usual drawer in my bedroom. Show Kaeleigh where they are, for … later.”

“We don’t need them,” Sal said. “She has an Enfem, too.”

“Huh,” he said. “Weird energy again?”

“Or Lilith,” Sal smiled, and patted his cheek. “C’mon, Kaeleigh. Let’s go break the news to Travis.”

“He’s out back with Cas,” Tucker said.

“Thanks.”

Before they left, Kaeleigh kissed his cheek again. Then she stopped, came back to him, and kissed his lips, his mouth, his tongue, leaving him to stand alone in the hallway with a rigid cock, a thumping heart, and a lot to think about.

* * *

They found the boys on the patio, and to no one’s disappointment they weren’t burping, farting, or circle-jerking. They were just sipping Cokes at the table. Sal caught Travis’s eye and gestured him over with her and Kaeleigh, while the rest of the girls went to sit with Casper.

“How’d the demo go?” he said.

“Brilliant,” Sal murmured. “It’s like finding an on-switch for … God, for just every nerve in your pussy.”

“I don’t have one of those,” Travis said. “But if I did, I’d probably want an on-switch.”

“Yeah. Um, Trav, Kaeleigh wants to talk to you about something.”

“Yeah?” he said, turning to her.

“It’s … nothing bad,” Kaeleigh said.

“I didn’t think it would be. What’s on your mind?”

She shrugged. “I just … I like you, you know, as a person and everything, you know, I like you as a, a friend, I hope, if that’s okay, and as a … a boy. I just … like you. And … well, I was talking with everyone, and it looks like Luke’s gonna have to bail tonight.”

“Aww man, you’re leaving?”

“No, that’s not it, I can get a ride home with Nette,” Kaeleigh said. “It’s…” She looked at his bare chest, his cute face, his pretty eyes. “I want to keep playing All The Way. All the way.”

“Cool,” he nodded, and then he blinked at her. “Wait, like…”

“Yeah,” she said.

“Even if…”

“Yeah.”

“And you’re … okay with…”

“Yeah.”

He considered her for several long moments. “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Does Luke know?”

“Not yet. But if he wasn’t already doing it, finding out will probably make him crap his pants.”

“Well,” Travis said, “he knows most of us, and he’s banged some of us, so … he knows what kind of … night…” He studied her. “Wait. Why’re you telling me this?”

“There’s more,” she said. “I was talking with the girls, you know, Sal and Nette and all them about what would happen if there’s, like, an orgy, and they said … uh … they said you’d … be like the best possible boy in the world to be my, my, my first. Boy. My, uh, my first, you know, time. With a boy. You. Because you’re a, a, a boy.” She scowled. It had been a lot easier with Nette. “This isn’t going too good.”

“Kaeleigh,” he said, and laid his hand on her arm, very softly. “Are you asking me to be your first?”

She swallowed. “Yeah.”

He studied her for several long silent moments. “I can’t tell you how much of an honor that is. Thank you so much.”

“You … you’ll do it?”

“Yes,” he said. “Of course I will, if it’s what you want.”

She gasped, then flung herself against him, her arms tight around his neck. He caught her and held her. “Thank you,” she murmured in his ear.

“You’re welcome,” he said, holding her close, feeling the heat coming from her slight body, feeling the trembling there too. “It’s okay to be nervous.”

“I know,” she said.

“And it’s okay, at any time at all, to call it off.”

“Travis,” she breathed. “Thank you.”

“Even if we’re already partway through it. Okay? If it’s not working, if it’s not what you want, if you’re having … last-second second thoughts, Kaeleigh, you tell me, and whatever we’re doing stops. Even if … even if I’m just about to come, it stops. Right that second. You don’t need excuses, and you don’t need reasons. If it’s wrong for you, it’s wrong, and that’s all there is to it.”

“Okay,” she said, clinging to him, more and more sure with every word he spoke that he really was the right one to be doing this with. “Okay. Yeah. Thank you.” She wasn’t trembling as much now. She squeezed him hard. “Thank you.”

“Sure,” he said. “Yeah. I mean … you’re welcome, and … really, Kaeleigh, thanks.” He looked over at Sal, who was listening, but not disapproving. “Uh … does Tuck still have those Nordos?”

Sal shook her head. “She has an Enfem.”

“Whoa,” Travis said, and let Kaeleigh back down to the ground — he was half a foot taller than she was — to look into her eyes. “I’ll wear one anyway, or pull out if you want.”

“No,” she said. “I meant it when I said I wanna go all the way. That means … everything. All the way.”

He studied her eyes. “Okay,” he said, and took her hands in his. “Thank you. Again. It really is … wow, Kaeleigh, I’ve, uh, been a, you know, a first guy for a few people, but … I don’t think it’s ever been this … it means a lot to me. That you trust me this much. I guess what I’m saying is … I feel the same way you do. I like you a lot, and I’m glad you want to be friends, and … thank you, Kaeleigh.”

She smiled and stroked his face. “Is it … you know, if there’s an orgy tonight, is it okay if I, after you, after we, is it okay if I’m … with everyone else too?”

“Of course it is,” he said. “That’s the point.”

“Okay. Thanks. And … and if there’s not an orgy tonight … can I still be with you anyway?”

“Of course you can,” he said. “Oh Kaeleigh, of course you can.”

This time, when she kissed him, it was a promise, and it was returned. She kissed him, the boy who would be her first, the boy who would show her everything about being a girl, the boy who would know her in a way no one else ever had before. She backed away, her eyes shining; but his were, too.

Luke came out onto the patio. He was fully clothed; he’d even put his shoes on. “Hey, man,” Travis said. “God, you look … I was gonna say drained.”

“Pooped,” Casper said.

“Half dead,” Kaeleigh said, eyeing him. He was still pale, his brow looked sweaty, and he was staring owlishly around at everyone. “You need to get home, bro.”

“Yeah, that’s why I’m out here. C’mon, Kaeleigh. We gotta go. Sorry, everyone. It’s been great like it always is, but…” He shrugged. “I’m just having a shitty night.”

There was a ripple of chuckles, into which Kaeleigh dropped her boulder. “Luke … I’m staying.”

He blinked at her, not seeming to register it for a moment. “What’re you talking about? I’m going, you gotta go too. I mean, if you stay…” His voice trailed off and he saw how close she was standing to Travis. “Wait.”

“Yeah,” she said.

“No.”

“Yeah,” she said.

“You can’t just—”

“Yeah, I can,” she said. “It’s my body, Luke. And … and I’ve decided I’m gonna start using it. Really using it, not just … fingering myself in front of porn.”

“But you’ve never … done it before.”

“I know,” she said. “But is there a better place in the world I could start?”

“Maybe with a boyfriend?”

“Like who?”

“Well…” Luke floundered. “That one kid you liked, Barry whatsisname…”

“Barry? Barry? His top accomplishment is burping the alphabet. His idea of a good time is getting off three farts in a row, and his idea of success is not leaving a skidmark in his tightie whities when he does it.”

“Well, okay, not him, but … I dunno, someone, like, more your own age…”

Any chance Luke might have had to prevail in this argument (and there wasn’t much of a chance to begin with) went away when he said that. He saw it in his sister’s eyes and knew it instantly, knew he’d fucked up, and knew it was basically over. Kaeleigh hated it when anyone played the age card. You’ll understand when you’re older, or give it a few more years, or good things come to those who wait, or — God help us all — you’re too young … these little nuggets of nonsense, dispensed by well-meaning or impatient adults, always meant exactly the same thing to her: You’re just a kid, so what you think doesn’t matter.

The worst part was that he agreed. He hated it when anyone pulled the age card on him, too. And here he was, doing exactly the same thing to her.

And, what was more, she was right. She wanted to start having sex and had wanted to start with both boys and girls — he knew this much, at least — for at least a year, and here were three guys and four girls who he knew for a fact would get her going in the best possible way. There was literally no chance that Barry Whatsisname or any other kid she knew could possibly be any good at it, not like the options she had in front of her right now. She’d have fun, she’d be safe, no one would hurt her or force her into anything, and she’d get nothing but friendship and support from everyone around her. She couldn’t do better by running an ad and having a contest to pick the winner.

She was right; but then, she usually was. So why couldn’t he just admit it?

Kaeleigh never lost her cool when she was pissed. Instead, her logic became a diamond-tipped drill, casually and easily knocking holes in that sad age-card he’d laid down. “There was three years’ difference between you and some of the girls you played with, when you started.”

“But … you’re thirteen…” Why am I even bothering? I’m just getting myself in deeper now. But some habits were too ingrained to give up in a moment, and Luke had been playing Big Brother Protector for years by then.

“You were twelve when you started fucking.”

“But not when I started playing.”

“There’s gotta be other players as young as me. Right?”

“Kay…”

“Don’t lie. Are there other players my age?”

“Well … yeah.”

“So it’s okay for you, and okay for them, but it’s not okay for me?”

“Look, I … I literally, really do not have the time to argue. My car has cloth seats. I have maybe fifteen minutes to get home or I’ll ruin a lot more than just a pair of undies.”

“I, um,” said Tuck, sidling toward the door. “I’ve got some Hefty bags inside. I think I’ll go get one so you can put it down, for … cover the seat, you know, just in case…” He fled.

“No one’s making you argue,” she said, and folded her arms. “You can head home any time you like. But I’m gonna keep playing.”

He ran his hands through his short brown hair. “Jesus. God damn it, Kay.”

“Text me when you get there,” she said, “so I’ll know you made it.”

“What’m I gonna tell Mom when she asks where you are?”

“Tell her I’m staying with a friend.”

“Who? Tucker? Casper? Travis? Yeah, that’ll go over great.”

“You can say you’re staying with me,” Nette said.

Kaeleigh looked over her shoulder to flash her a quick smile, then turned back to her brother. “See? A girl.”

“And how are you gonna get home?”

“I think, if she’s staying with me, I can manage to give her a ride,” Nette said, and made her way over. “Luke, you’re tired, and we’re all pretty busted up that you can’t stay. I know I was looking forward to fucking you, and I think everyone else was too. But this is … important to Kaeleigh, all right? I mean, can’t you be happy for her? You know how great it is. Let her find out, too.”

Luke looked from Nette to his sister. “Is this really what you want to do?”

“Yeah, it is.”

He took a deep breath. “Well, there’s not a hell of a lot I can do to change your mind, I know that.”

“There usually isn’t, yeah.”

“Are you sure?”

“Luke,” Kaeleigh sighed. “Yeah. I’m sure. I know it’ll be okay. Don’t worry, I mean really don’t worry. Just … go home and drink a lot of water and get some sleep, all right?”

“Fine,” he said, and went back inside. He took the Hefty bag from Tuck with a terse nod, and stalked through the living room, pausing only to get his phone from the drawer. Kaeleigh followed him as far as the front door, but she didn’t go outside. Her underwear looked like a swimsuit or athletic gear, but she didn’t want to take a chance on anyone noticing how she was dressed.

He paused there and studied her. “Okay, look. Maybe I was being … I mean, you’re right. It’s your body. It’s your choice. If you’re sure you’re ready, well, you are, and … I really don’t have any right to tell you not to do it. Just, when you … whoever it’s … just … have fun, okay?”

“I will,” she said, and surprised him with a quick hug. “Feel better, and I’m sorry it didn’t work out for you tonight.”

“I’ll live,” he said, and then something in him gurgled. “I hope. I really gotta go.”

“Okay. See you later, bro.”

“Yeah.”

She watched him make his way to his car, cover the seat with the trash bag, and get in. She waved as he drove off, then shut the door and turned her back on it. Casper was in the living room.

“Man, that was kind of a scene,” he said. “Sorry you had to go through it in front of everyone.”

“Actually it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be,” said Kaeleigh. “He really must be feeling pretty … uh…”

“Crappy?”

Kaeleigh rolled her eyes, but she chuckled. “I can’t believe Nette’s really gonna fuck you.”

“No accounting for taste,” he said as they went back to the dining room and the waiting game table. “Which is usually how I end up getting laid.”

“What, you’re saying I have bad taste too?” she said. He stared at her for a moment, and they entered laughing.