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Kaeleigh Goes All the Way

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

2. The Ins and Outs of the Old In-Out

“Okay,” Tucker said as everyone settled back into their places. “It’s been a hell of an interesting game tonight, and I want to take a moment to thank Kaeleigh, because she’s the reason.” There were smiles, nods, even a light round of applause. “She’s sat in for her brother, she’s been a lot of fun and a hell of a trouper, and I’m glad she’s here. But tonight’s different in another way, too, because not only do we have some … unusual circumstances with Luke having to back out, but Kaeleigh has said she wants to play the game through to the end. So we’re going to skip the usual observer process, since she’s seen the game, played in it for a while already, and I think she’s good to go. From now on, she’s officially a full player, she’s gonna be on the rosters, and we’ll all probably be seeing her again, one way or another. She knows the odds are good she’ll be having sex tonight with someone—”

“Or everyone,” Becka said, and they all laughed.

“Or everyone, yeah,” Tucker nodded. “It’ll be the first time, her first time, and I don’t think I’ve ever even heard of a game where a player was a virgin when they started. I know there’s—”

“You got a pick for poppin’ your cherry?” Casper said.

“Travis,” Kaeleigh said. “Uh. And Nette.”

“Awesome,” he grinned.

“You … don’t mind?”

“Why should I?”

“Well, I mean you and Nette are … uh…”

“Oh, I get you. No, look, it’s a hookup, not a wedding, and she’s been with like eighty or a hundred guys and maybe half that many girls, so, you know, I don’t own her or anything.”

“I like your attitude,” Nette said. “Just for that, you and Mr. Able are welcome to visit Little Orifice Annie tonight. Be sure to bring Ready and Willing along.”

“I shouldn’t have any problem getting ahold of them. Besides, you two’ll be girl-on-girl, and that’s always hot.”

“Ass.”

“I know.”

“After…” Kaeleigh said. “Um, after, you know, it’s … done, um, and if we’re having the orgy, I’m okay with being with everyone else too. I mean, anyone who wants to, you know, be with me, if you do … uh … just … I guess come on and do it?”

“Guys and girls?” Tucker said, and Kaeleigh nodded. “You’re gonna fit in perfect here. Anyway, look, everyone … I know there’s a lot of weight put on losing your virginity, and whether that’s right or wrong or whatever, it’s still important for the person who’s doing it, and it takes some real courage to be willing to do it in front of other people, or in group sex, if we have it tonight. Kaeleigh, I seriously hope that whatever happens tonight will just be … totally outta the park for you, and that you’ll always be able to remember it and feel glad and proud.”

She bit her lip, blushing so hot the walls glowed. “Thank you. I … really, I want to do this, I want to play and I want to have sex, and I’m just so glad you’re all cool with me doing it here that I — I can’t even. I like you, all of you, and I’m totally okay doing anything with anyone here in the room tonight, and I mean literally anyone. I can say that for sure, now that Luke’s gone home.” She smiled at the laughs. “I know that whatever happens, whatever we … do together, it’ll be great. Just … you know, if I’m doing something wrong or whatever, just tell me, or show me how to do it right.”

“You’re gonna do fine, sweetie,” Nette said. “I just know it. You’re head’s screwed on straight, you’re not afraid, and this is a good bunch of boys.” This met with nods and uh-huhs from the other girls.

“Okay.” She sat back and Travis took her hand. She gave it a squeeze. “Okay. Thanks.”

“So,” Tucker said, “if we’re ready to go on, I believe it’s your turn to roll, Kaeleigh.”

“Okay.” She tossed the die and landed on a die-penalty. “The hell,” she said, rolled again, and finished up where she started. “The hell.”

“Must be stray Señor Burrito juju,” Seana said.

“I guess.” Kaeleigh reached for a card and read it, then did a double-take. “Did someone put this on the top or something?”

Everyone looked around, a little puzzled. “No one’s touched anything, why?” said Tucker.

“What’s everyone been saying? Weird vibes? Listen to this. Have you ever masturbated with someone else, boy or girl? If not, would you?”

“Whoa,” Nette said.

“I know!” She put the card in the discard pile. “And half an hour ago I woulda said no, and yes. Now my answer is yes, and fuck yes I’d do it again.”

“Really good demo, then?” Travis said.

“If NASA could launch stuff that well,” Sal said, “we’d be on Mars next week.”

“Damn. Well, my answer is the same as Kaeleigh’s.”

“Which answer?” Becka said before Casper could get there. Travis acknowledged it with an eyeroll.

“I can say with certainty that my answer is the same as hers too,” Sal said. “The second one. But the first time I did it was with a friend when we were, uh, around eleven.”

“Boy or girl?” Nette said.

“Just a girl, that time. My first time beating meat with a boy was about six months later. One of those show me, show you kinds of things.”

“I was the reverse of you,” said Nette. “My first show-and-tell was with a boy, when we were all of twelve. A week after that his sister confronted me with it … she was, at the time, fourteen. She was pissed that I got my slutty hands on her poor innocent little lamb of a bro, but she came around pretty fast when I told her about the days of pleading on his part that led up to it, and pointed out that it was our hands on ourselves, thank you very much. We laughed, and then we started talking abut boys, and then, after another few minutes, she and I did the three-finger mambo.”

“Any other sibs you scooped up the next week?”

“Nope. It was just the two of them, so there was nowhere else for me to look next.”

“Well, apart from playing with myself when I’m in group sex,” Seana said, “until tonight I never actually sat down with anyone else and just masturbated. And it was a hell of a way to start it off, too. I really didn’t think it would be as sexy as it was. Or that I’d come that much.”

“You still have that camera thingy over your bed, Tuck?” Casper said.

“Nope. I shorted it out one day when I was jacking off, and cummed on it.”

“From the shower?”

“There was a ricochet.”

“You don’t … really…” Kaeleigh said.

“No. That’s … just totally forbidden in the game, it’s illegal to do in the first place since technically it’d be kiddy porn, and it’s a really, really shitty thing to do to anyone, no matter what.”

“That’s why it’s cell phones in a drawer too,” Sal said. “We do not need any cameras floating around anywhere.”

“Okay. Yeah, okay. Good.”

“Back when I was a little tadger,” Casper said, “I used to jerk off with a couple friends, but that was over by the time we were about thirteen. We basically stopped talking about girls, and started talking to them. They seemed to like it when we did.”

“What’s changed since then?” Nette said.

“I’ve been known to indulge in solitary pleasure with company present,” Becka said. “When I was in Girl Scouts, sometimes we’d go on campouts. Since there were no boys to enjoy our cookies, we had to play with them ourselves.”

“What, you didn’t eat each other’s cookies?” Sal said.

“We were Catholic,” Becka said, “so all safe, fun, and zero-pregnancy-risk activity was frowned upon. Not that it stopped a few of the others from sampling the cookies on offer. And then going to confession and telling the Father that, as usual, they had no sins to confess.”

“Hail Mary, full of crumbs,” Casper said.

“Yeah, she walked funny for a couple days, that’s true.”

“Well, I, too, have been known to crank one out with friends,” Tucker said. “Mostly when I was in scouts, myself. And not in a sneaky under-the-bedroll way. See, there was this girls’ camp across the lake, and we’d go to the shore with binoculars and hand lotion, and…”

“God,” Becka said. “No wonder we never caught any fish. They were all dead.”

“And the tadpoles were microscopic,” Travis said, and rolled. He was one past a penalty square. “Okay, well, I guess I keep my shorts on for another turn.”

“Dammit,” said Kaeleigh.

“We’ll get there.” He drew his card. “Oh, this is a great one for an all-Enfem crowd. If—”

“You too?” Casper said. Kaeleigh blushed and nodded. “Cool. I think I’m gonna start believing in this Lilith chick, Nette.”

“She believes in you, baffling though it may be.”

Travis ahem’d. “If I may? If you’re a girl, do you like it when a boy comes in your pussy? If you’re a boy and a girl lets you come in her pussy, do you eat her pussy afterward?” He laid the card down. “I’ve been known to go down before, during, and after, so … yeah, I’m cool with pretty much everything oral.”

“During?” Becka said.

“Well, I mean, when some other guy is … yeah, no, I’m actually more flexible than Nette. I still am a Slinky.”

“I like the feeling,” Sal said. “It kinda proves we were doing something, and it’s just … cool.”

“What’s it feel like?” Kaeleigh said.

“Depends how big his load is. If he’s a heavy shooter, it’s … you can feel this fluid in you that doesn’t match your juices, and it sort of … rolls around a little. It’s really hard to explain.”

“When you got your Enfem, your gyno numbed you up first, right?” said Nette.

“Yeah, she … well, I was worried it would hurt, but she said they always do it.”

“Okay, can you remember what it felt like when she was up in there, inserting it? I’m thinking mostly of how her finger felt while you were numb? It’s a little like that.”

“Oh.” She studied Travis. “Okay.” His face turned brick red.

“I like the feeling too,” Nette said. “I consider it one of the benefits of having the most sophisticated birth-control and anti-disease intrauterine device ever developed in all of human history.”

“How much do they pay you?” Casper said.

“Wait, they’re supposed to pay me?”

“If I wasn’t okay with the feeling, I wouldn’t be here,” Seana said. “But I like feeling it when he’s coming, too, not just after.”

“Whoa,” said Kaeleigh, her eyes wide.

“Uh-huh. You can always tell when he’s doing it. You feel yourself get a lot more slippery.”

“There’s a more certain way to tell if a guy’s coming,” Tucker said. “But you gotta be willing to actually look at him.”

“Details, details,” sighed Seana.

“I never let a boy come in my pussy,” Casper said. “But I don’t quibble about going down on any girl afterward, when she lets me get away with doing it in the first place.”

“It feels good to me too,” Becka said. “Like Seana was saying, both when it’s happening, and afterward. I actually like it more, the more cum I have in me. So take a number and get in line, guys, cause I have a feeling this garage is gonna be open for business late tonight.” She looked around at all the flushed customers. “And repeat business is always appreciated.”

“First time I ever had sex with a girl, she let me come inside her,” Tucker said. “I was thirteen, and I cummed in, like, thirty seconds. She didn’t come at all, so, well, I figured that wasn’t fair, and decided to get down there and finish the job.”

“Was that Julie?” Sal said.

“Uh-huh. Anyway, yeah, if she’s not done, neither am I, and even if she’s had a few, if she wants a few more I’m totally okay to go down and see to it.”

“Well, I don’t know what it feels like,” Kaeleigh said. “But I plan to find out tonight if I can. If you all say it feels good, I’m gonna guess it probably does, though.”

“Some girls say they aren’t into it much,” Travis said. “They say it feels slimy.”

Kaeleigh considered that. “I’ll take my chances.”

“Great attitude,” Sal said, and rolled. Her token ended up on a penalty square. Everyone stared at the little pink breasts in total silence.

She closed her eyes, sighed, then stood up and stripped off her panties. Tucker watched along with everyone else, and his face was as red as hers was, and his eyes reflected her concern. Kaeleigh saw it, and warmed toward him a little more. For all his I’ll-stick-it-in-anything talk, he didn’t want Sal getting hurt any more than anyone else did.

“There’s still a lot of turns before anyone goes all the way,” he said.

“I know.” Sal drew her card. “What is the sexiest part of the body, excluding genitalia? Hmm.” She put the card into the discard pile. “On a guy, I think it’s the, what do you call them, the sex lines. Those little divots that run down on either side of his hips to below the waistline.”

“Inguinals,” Nette said.

“Yeah. Deep ones just make me shiver. I want to trace them all the way down with my tongue. And I usually do.” She got hoots from everyone for that. “On a girl … well, girls can have them too.” She glanced at Kaeleigh, who did. “And I like them in the same way.” They were both blushing, and Kaeleigh took a deep breath and bit her lip.

“On a boy,” Nette said, “I usually say the bulge in his pants, but that’s excluded, so I’m gonna say beefcake. A nice, half-moon butt, with those deep dimples…” She shook her head. “Mmm-mmm. On a girl, I like a little visible cameltoe, but that’s also excluded. So I’ll say the inner thigh. If it’s nice and firm, and especially if I can see all her hairs stand up when I’m tickling it, it gets my juices running as fast as … well … as a hot ass on a cute boy.”

“Pecs,” Seana said. “Gimme a nice set of pecs to look at and I’ll follow you anywhere. I see nice pecs and I think, now there’s a guy who can do push-ups all night long.”

“Fuckin’ A,” Nette said, and high-fived her.

“Cameltoe is my favorite too,” Casper said. “But that’s out for this question. So I’m gonna be a boring old predictable heterosexual pig and say tits. Or, to be polite, bosoms. Or boobies. Or love-cushions, or breasts, or ta-tas, or jugs, or melons, or knockers, or bazoombas, or naughty pillows, or handholds, or pretty pretty girls, or yuge trrracts o’ land, or … anyway. I like them, I think you can tell, and I like ’em just about the size of a handful, but smaller’s okay too. I’m really not that picky, as long as she’s letting me play with them.”

“Why not big’uns?” said Sal, whose breasts were about as big as half a grapefruit.

“More than a handful’s wasted,” Casper shrugged. “Plus, from what I hear, the bigger they are, the harder they are to carry around. I know this one girl at school who has double-D plus, and she says they can make her back sore after a while, and running with them’s pretty much pure agony.”

“I bet I know which girl you’re talking about,” Nette said.

“You probably do, yeah. So … you know, I guess for me it’s a little like getting rimmed. It’s not worth her discomfort for me to get off on it.”

“Inguinals are hot,” Becka said. “So’s beefcake and pecs. And a nicely bulbous boy is always welcome to stay a while and pretty up the landscape. But for my money, what really gets me hot is abs you could play xylophone on.”

“Ooo,” said Sal. “Second favorite thing right there. Well, third favorite, but we’re not supposed to talk about number one.”

“I’m with Cas,” Tucker said. “I’m not seriously hung up on boobs, but I love it when they have nice big round aureolae and nipples that can poke my eye out.”

“Like bullseyes?” Becka said. Judging by what Kaeleigh could make out though her lacy top, she had exactly the kind of attributes Tucker was describing.

“It’s a target I can’t miss.”

“Well, maybe I’ll let you see how your aim is, later on.”

“How many turns do I get?”

“Depends. How many times was it you cummed in one day, again?”

“Sexy parts,” Kaeleigh said. “But not the naughty parts. Jeez. Well, on a boy, I like … shoulders, I think, nice wide ones. So he can throw me over one and carry me off and ravish me or something. On a girl…” She chewed her lip. “There’s that little arch, you know, right where the ribcage starts. I always wanted to see what it’s like to touch that. And, uh, kiss it. And, like, nuzzle it.” She felt the flame in her cheeks. “But … I kinda feel that way about pretty much everywhere on a girl. Or boy.”

“Nape of the neck for me,” Travis said. “On a guy or a girl, it’s great to just … nestle my face there and feel the warmth, and how soft it is in the hollow, and all the muscles on the sides. It just feels like the perfect snuggle to me.”

“Good answer,” Nette said. “Really good.” She rolled and landed on Travis’s square. “That one was for you, Sal,” she said, as she took off her lacy burgundy bra and Travis removed his shorts. “And for Kaeleigh too.” Kaeleigh was torn between admiring her breasts — speaking of handfuls, they were about orange-sized; and speaking of attributes, her aureolae were about the size of quarters, slightly conical, with bright pink eraser-tip nipples — and Travis’s endowment, which was beautifully cupped and contained in what looked a lot like black Speedo briefs, but were … more brief. A thin golden trail of hair plunged from the cup of his navel to below the waistline, inviting her fingertips to follow. She resisted, but it wasn’t easy.

Nette drew a card. “Have you ever had sex while someone else was watching? Why, just last Friday, as it happens, yes.”

“Every damn week, if I can,” Seana said.

“I can always tell someone’s watching,” Casper said, “by the screaming. Yup. Been there, done that, took off the tee shirt a while ago.”

“I like it when I know there are people watching me being fucked,” Becka said. “I get off on it.”

“I consider it a major recreational pastime,” Tucker said.

“God, I hope I will tonight,” said Kaeleigh.

“If it happens, you can count on it,” Travis said. “We all watch each other. And yeah, yup, me too.”

“Is it me, or was that the shortest round we’ve played tonight?” Seana said, and rolled. She shot ahead of everyone, and landed on a penalty. Her translucent bra joined a growing collection of clothing on the floor, and she selected a card. “I think most of us really are gonna be naked before the game’s over. Have you ever masturbated with a toy, such as a dildo or fleshlight? If so, do you prefer using toys, or your hands? Well, I have a butterfly, and damned if that little bugger isn’t my go-to appliance every day. I’m getting it rewired for wall current. Plus, it stays out of my way, so I can get my fingers in there too.”

“I have a fleshlight,” Casper said. “I don’t use it every day, because cleanup, but a couple times a week if I feel like firing off a heavy one, yeah, I’ll use that instead of old Rosie.”

“A heavy one?” said Kaeleigh.

“I come harder with it,” he said. “It’s not quite as good as the real thing, but it’s more intense than doing it by hand.”

“You can’t tickle yourself,” said Travis. “When you’re masturbating with a toy, it’s sort of the same thing. You can’t control how tight it grips you, or how much pressure it applies.”

“Plus it builds up a little suction.”

“Yeah. So it’s usually a stronger feeling when you come.”

“Ohh.”

Becka cleared her throat. “My G-spot stimulator is … well, and this is actually a true story, I’m on my third one.”

“What?” Sal said. “How?”

“Don’t tell me the others ended up in a salad shooter.”

“Close, Cas. Would you believe my dog ate the first one?”

“…Actually, yeah, I would.”

“Mmm-hmm. The second one, the silicone separated from the motor, and lube got in. That was it for that. But for something quick and easy, I’ll go with fingers. And of course that magic touch Kaeleigh taught us is now my top favorite way to do it quick, or add heat when it’s time.”

“Just my hand, most of the time,” Tucker said. “It’s easy, it’s always there, and it never needs batteries.”

“My hairbrush probably doesn’t count,” Kaeleigh said. “All I have is my hands, but they get the job done just fine.”

“They sure do,” Nette said.

“I have a fleshlight too,” Travis said. “Like Cas was saying, the cleanup’s kind of a problem sometimes, and gives me a sad. Plus I can’t exactly leave the parts out to dry in the bathroom. Mom and Dad notice things like a big old eight-inch silicone sleeve hanging off the showerhead.”

“Eight inches? But earlier you said you were six.”

“I am, but fleshlights, unlike their owners, only come in one length, and anyway, you need room to maneuver. And you really want to rinse it out thoroughly when you’re done, so most of the time I’m just whackin’ it right into the laundry pile.”

“Doesn’t your mom notice that too?” said Seana.

“Most boys, by the time they’re twelve or thirteen, have mysteriously begun doing their own laundry.”

“Ahh.”

“That’s why,” Kaeleigh said. She looked around. “Uh, well, Luke…” She swallowed. “It … explains a few things.”

Travis leaned over. “Pro tip: Never pick up any loose sock of his. Especially if it’s near his bed.”

“Oh, I know that. Besides, they mostly run away when I turn on the light.”

“I have one of those eggs,” Sal said. “And I pretty much use the hell out of it, like Seana and her butterfly. I like it more than anything else because it’s just so damn mobile, you know? It goes where I need it to, when I need it to.”

“My favorite way to masturbate,” said Nette, “is with a real live tongue or a real live penis. You could argue that’s not masturbation so much as sex, but everyone’s entitled to be wrong about something. But if they’re not available, I have hands, and with Kaeleigh’s magic touch, my hands and I are gonna get really, really acquainted with each other.”

“Will you teach me how to do it?” Casper said.

Nette eyed him. “I dunno, man, I’m not sure if the secret of that kind of power is safe in the hands of any male.”

“I promise to use it only for good deeds, like stopping crime and helping little old ladies across the street.”

“Oh God, if you used that on a little old lady, she’d fly across the street.”

“Well, see?” Casper rolled and hit a penalty square. “Dadblang it,” he said, standing and peeling his shorts down.

“Right there with you,” Sal said. “Sure you don’t want to go for broke?”

Casper studied her for a moment. He was wearing boxer briefs, and Kaeleigh was rather captivated by the sight of his bulbous additions to the general design. Five by two-plus, she remembered. Ready, Willing, and Able. Mmm. It was funny that what Tucker was packing didn’t look much bigger, even though he had three inches more. She wondered if dick size didn’t really show until the boy had a hardon. She hoped to be finding out soon. “Hmm,” he said, still eyeing Sal, as he drew a card. He looked at it and said, “So what’s the policy on forfeits?”

“Uh,” Tucker said. “Well, we never actually declared…”

“No one even uses them any more, do they?” said Seana.

“Why, you hit a question you don’t want to answer?” said Becka. “I didn’t know there was such a thing.”

“Forfeits, or not?”

Tucker and Sal traded a look. “Your call, I guess,” he said.

“Okay.” Casper put the card in the discard pile, then bared all.

“What…” Kaeleigh said, leaning over to Travis, keeping her eyes locked on Casper. Porn was one thing, but that was adult men, and on a screen. Here was a boy close to her own age, live and in person and standing only a few feet away from her, with a hell of a well-built body and everything on display. It was pulse-pounding. It was mouth-drying. It was pussy-wetting. It made her want to run out and learn how to sculpt, just so she could carve a statue and commemorate the moment for a thousand years. “What’s the forfeit thing about?”

“An old rule,” Travis said. “If you draw a card you don’t want to answer, you can discard it and take something off instead. But no one usually does a forfeit. I don’t think I’ve ever seen it happen in a game until now.”

“What’d the card say?”

He shrugged. “Ask Cas. He doesn’t have to tell you, though.”

She turned to him, and he said, “It was kinda lame. The question was do you consider yourself straight, gay, bi, or something else? And I figured everyone already knew everyone, or they can guess by now. Becka’s like me, pretty much totally straight. Seana, not as much, but mostly straight. Sal and Tuck are straight, but flexible. And you, Nette, and Trav are bi, or close to it.”

Sal was staring at him. “Thanks,” she said.

“Yeah,” Tucker said. “Thanks, man.”

“I’d say you’re more something else than straight,” Nette said. “And I’m going to use you so hard tomorrow you’ll blow away in a light breeze.”

“Suits me,” Casper said, sitting down once more.

It took Kaeleigh a moment, stunned as she was at the vision of an actual penis on an actual boy, and a pretty decent-looking one (both boy and penis), surrounded by a well-groomed and trimmed patch of dark chocolate pubes, to understand what had really happened. Casper had, as Luke would say, thrown himself on a grenade. He’d deliberately taken it all off to help Sal.

This is real, she thought. It’s actually happening. I’m playing a sex game, and I’m going to have sex tonight.

“You doing okay?” Travis murmured to her. “You look kinda…”

“No, I’m … I’m okay,” she said, and gave him a smile. “It just … hit me, all at once.”

He looked closely at her for a moment, then relaxed. “Okay.”

She took his hand again while Becka rolled. “Come on,” she was saying as she tossed her hand back and forth. “Come on, lucky sixty-nine…” The die bounced and landed, and she let out a little whoop and advanced six spaces.

“I’m pretty sure there’s no nine on a six-sider,” Casper said.

“Who said I was talking about the roll?”

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

“Oh man,” Becka said, looking at the card. “Total love-hate with this one. What was your proudest sexual moment? And what was your most embarrassing sexual moment?” There was hooting and groaning all around the table.

“Now would be the time to forfeit,” Tucker said.

“Too late. Like Washington and the cherry tree, it’s axed.” She laid the card down. “Besides, I love hearing everyone’s horror stories. Okay. My proudest sexual moment was when I got four boys to come at almost exactly the same time. I had one in my pussy, another in my mouth, and both hands were teh bizzix, too. The boy I was blowing started to fire his load first, and then I got a nice twatful of hot lovin’ goodness. Then the other two came all over my tits. It was messy as hell, but they loved it and the other girls were just losing their shit.”

“Nice,” Nette nodded. “It’s hard enough to keep coordinated with two.”

“I know. Well, I mean, we all set out to see if I could do it, so they were helping out too, by keeping themselves timed.”

“So what was your most embarrassing moment? The cucumber again?”

“Oh, well, that one was embarrassing, but … it was really me with myself. There weren’t other people involved except as, you know, aftermath.” Becka reddened. “So … well … the reason I don’t really do anal any more is … one time, my boyfriend at the time really wanted to do it, so we did. It went okay, but after he came, he pulled out faster than I expected, and there was a, uh, a … containment breach. Of somewhat mythic proportions.”

“Ho,” said Tucker. “Oh man.”

“Lemme guess,” said Sal. “Things were loosened up in there?”

“Mmm-hmm, and what with this and that, the lengthy pounding and the silicone lube, they weren’t in there for long. It was like the most horrible Champagne bottle in recorded history. All over the sheets, all over me, all over him.”

“Oh, sh … yikes,” Casper winced.

“You got it, Captain Fireplug. On the plus side, my parents were out of town that weekend, so it meant we’d have time to clean up. On the minus side, because my parents were out of town and their bed is bigger, we were doing it in their bed.”

“Fuck.”

“That was the plan, but alas. And because it was all, you know, more or less body temperature at first, and the room was dark at first, and the bedspread was a lovely deep brown color, we didn’t realize how bad it was until we got out of bed, were in the bathroom, turned on the light, and got a look at the floor.”

Seana’s eyes widened. Further. “Did it … um … spray?”

“Oh, Christ, if only. Just a few dabs with a dry paper towel, and you’re done. No, it was more of what you’d call a ground-in dirt kind of experience.”

“Footprints?”

“Oh hell yes. Two sets of them, Adam and Eve on the beach. After a mud bath.”

“Oh my God.”

“Many versions of that utterance followed, rest assured. Bedspread in the wash. Sheets, after inspection, in the wash. Then it was hand-scrubbing shit and silicone froth from the nicely cream-colored rug, after which we’d made a couple dozen clean spots, so I had to spring for a steam cleaner to come out and do the whole fucking room before my folks got back Sunday night. That ten minutes of anal turned into a night and day of cleaning, cost me about three hundred bucks, and I never even got to come. It was the last time we did anything like that. And now I always, always tell the boy, yeah, we can do anal if you want, but you’d better not pull out too fast, and then I tell him why. And then I tell him I love sucking cock, which I do, and of course the front entrance is always good to go, which it is. That usually bypasses the situation. Tuck?”

“No, it’s cool if we just do oral.”

“Pain in the ass.”

“It probably would be, yeah. Let’s see, my proudest moment was … probably when I was having sex and I made a girl come for the first time. This was Julie again. It wasn’t my first time, I mean she was my first girl, but we’d had sex a few times by then. But I never got her to come, and I knew it, and it was kinda bugging me. I’d get on and ride and it’d be over so quick, she never came with me, and I always ended up having to go down to get her there.”

“I fail to see a problem here, really,” Travis said. “You didn’t leave her hanging.”

“Well, yeah, I mean she did come. But we weren’t coming together, while we were fucking. I wanted us to, but I just couldn’t keep it down. And you hear things about how to hold it off, like thinking about math or baseball or something, but … I dunno, I didn’t like that either, because I was with her, not at some damn ballgame, and I wanted to be, you know, giving her all my attention. Which was the problem, y’see, since the reason I came so fast was because she had all my attention.”

“So what’d you do?” said Seana. “Use Novocain?”

Tucker blinked at her. “You know, they do make a topical version. Next time I’m at the dentist, maybe I could sneak some…”

“It’d numb her up too,” Nette said.

“Yeah. True. Same problem, but after thirty minutes, instead of thirty seconds. No, I figured out the reason I was coming so fast was because … it’s gonna sound stupid when I say it out loud … it was because I was fucking her.”

“You’re right,” Sal said. “It sounds stupid.”

“I know. But what I mean is, I was, you know, active, moving, uh, thrusting, all that stuff. But you don’t really have to do that when you’re with a girl. I mean yeah, you do gotta move, but not like a machine or something. You can break the rhythm. You can change how deep you go or how fast you move. And while you’re doing that, her vulva’s right there on the outside, and that’s where most of the action’s taking place for her anyway. So the next time I got with her, I took it slower, and I used my fingers to just sort of … tickle her, play around, kinda massage everything while I was inside her. You know. And it worked. She cummed and I felt her do it, she squeezed down on me, and it felt great. So I started moving again, slow, and got her close, and when I knew she was gonna come again, I went ahead full-on, and we cummed at the same time. After that, it was a lot easier because I knew what to do, and it was a lot better for us both.”

“How old were you, again?” said Seana.

“Thirteen.”

“Wow. And you figured it out on your own?”

“I’m surprised you even cared enough to worry about it,” Nette said. “Boys that age are pretty much totally dick-centered. At least, all the ones I knew were.”

“I said he’s a great fuck,” Sal said. “He is.”

“Uh. Thanks. It just … it matters to me that the girl is having fun too. If she’s not, I might as well be jacking off instead of wasting her time. As for embarrassing … well, there’s a reason my bedroom door has a lock on it now.”

“Oh shit,” Kaeleigh murmured, having a premonition. “You got caught?”

“By my mom one day, yeah, when I was fourteen. I had a girl over and we were sixty-nining, and in she walks without knocking. She just had some towels and stuff for the bathroom, and she kinda … all three of us just sort of froze, you know? And she goes and sets the towels on the bathroom counter, and she doesn’t say anything, and she just walks right out and closes the door, and that weekend my dad changed out the knobs so I had a lock. No one ever said anything to anyone, and it sure as fuck made breakfast and dinnertime awkward for a few days.”

“That’s the real reason for the no-sex-on-the-dining-room-table rule, huh?” Casper said.

“That, plus there’s usually a centerpiece with candlesticks, and you do not want to lose track of those. Silver tarnishes so easily.”

“Well,” Kaeleigh said. “I haven’t had any sexual moments yet, but I hope that’ll change, like totally, tonight. So maybe next week I’ll have a different answer to that part of it.”

“I think you can be proud of your magic touch,” Becka said.

“Oh yeah.”

“And if I recall correctly, you were having a bit of a moment there, too, with someone.”

Kaeleigh locked eyes with Nette. They were both blushing. “Yeah.”

“Be proud,” Nette said. “You can tell everyone. It’s okay.”

“Does it … count?”

“You bet it does, sweetie.”

“Well, okay, when we … when I, you know, showed everyone the … the magic touch earlier, me and Nette kinda … made out.”

“I was having a hard time finding the button,” Nette said. “So she came over to show me, in person, where I needed to find it. And she found it for me, and I looked at her and she looked at me, and I laid one on her and found her button too.”

“It was awesome,” Kaeleigh breathed.

“It was beyond that. She made me come my fuckin’ brains out, and she didn’t even have to actually touch my pussy at all,” Nette said. “Just the top of my crease. I had the hottest and fastest set of cums I ever had in my life, in less than two minutes, and not even from anything like full-on sex. It was incredible. And that for god damn sure is something to be proud of, girl.”

“I really want to know this trick,” Casper said.

“Yeah,” Kaeleigh said. “I guess it was … yeah, it was … pretty intense. It was, actually it was awesome. I never cummed before because of … um, something someone else was doing to me. And I never made anyone else come before either. Or even made out with anyone.”

“You did great,” Nette said. “It was all great.”

“Thanks. You too. Like … seriously. This is only the very best night of my life, is all.” She took a deep breath and re-tightened her ponytail. “Okay, so … so the most embarrassing moment, I guess, was … I thought you were gonna be telling my story, Tucker, when you said your mom caught you. Mine did too, one time, only I wasn’t with a boy. Or a girl. Just … you know, me. I was, uh, it was after school and I thought she was at work, only she had half a day and left early, and she was out back reading or something. Which I didn’t know.

“So I go to my room like usual and load up some … fun movies, and … usually, when I masturbate, I take off whatever I’m wearing from the waist down, so it won’t get in the way. Since I didn’t have a lot of tits right then, unlike this glorious bounty you see before you now, I wasn’t in a bra, and I liked to reach under or unbutton a little and get the girls in on the game too, so … yeah. There I am, almost naked and fingerbanging myself with one hand, playing with my tits with the other, and things are going good. Great. I’m making some pretty serious progress, getting ready to go all magic touch with it, I’m just totally wet, totally in the zone, totally focused on my pussy. And there’s that sound, you know, that wet slurpy sound you make when all the juices are flowing, and I always kinda get off on that sound, so I’m taking it up and kinda moaning and sighing, and there’s a girl in the video getting eaten out, and she’s just going bonkers.

“And I’m like ten seconds away from a super hot cum, and I have this, you know, this feeling there’s someone there. And I turn and look, and there’s Mom in the bedroom door just … oh, probably having an aneurysm. Just, like, totally frozen in place.”

“Yikes,” Seana said, laughing with everyone else.

“Uh-huh. So I screamed, and she screamed, and I jumped up and slammed the door shut, and later that night she sat me down and had A Serious Talk with me about making sure my door was shut when I did that. Like she needed to tell me. She was all, what would you say if your brother happened to see you doing that? And I’m all thinking, well shit, Mom, he jerks off like five times a day, so it’s not like either one of us would be all shocked and stuff. But I didn’t say that, cause … well, you know, I’m not a narc, and I didn’t want The Serious Talk to go on any longer than it had to, especially if it ended up with Luke getting dragged into it, too. And from then on, yeah, you bet I make sure my door is closed, even when I know there’s no one else home.”

“That’s a damned good policy, all right.”

“Yeah. And the worst part is … it was like you, Becka. I didn’t even get to come.”

“That’s how a lot of my worst moments end up,” Becka nodded. “I don’t even get a damned payoff out of it. The Experience of the Eruptive Excrescence, the Surprise of the Shredded Stimulator, the Case of the Cucumber Corking…” She shook her head. “And a couple of those ER guys were cute, but there’s just no fucking way I was gonna ask for any phone numbers after that.”

“Why not?” Casper said. “They would’ve known you had some kind of skill, and you’d have something to talk about over a dinner of not salad.”

“It was a little too soon, I was a little too young, and I was a little too sore.”

“Fair enough.”

“Proudest moment,” Travis said. “I’m thinking … the first time I gave a guy head. I was twelve and he was fifteen, and we were hanging out at his house and looking at, oh, some website or something, probably having to do with googling up a certain word, and there was a group video with some man-on-man action in between keeping the ladies happy, and he asked me if I ever thought about blowing a guy.

“I’d been jacking off for all of six months by then, and I had thought about it, and since he had a hardon I figured it was what he had in mind, so I took a chance and won a nice big creamy prize.”

“You liked it?” said Nette.

“I loved it. I guess … what I liked about it was … well, I’ve always liked everything about giving head. But what made it special was I’d never done it before, I got the hang of it almost instantly, and I got him off. He was a pretty popular kid in the hood, and everyone liked him. I liked him more after that, but he wanted to keep it all quiet, so it wasn’t like we were actual boyfriends or anything. We were … I guess you could say we had an understanding.”

“Did you do him a lot?” Becka said.

“Couple, three times a week, all that summer, yeah. It wasn’t just me giving; sometimes he jacked me off, which was nice. Then school started again and it was not cool for a tenth grader to be hanging around all the time with a seventh grader.”

“Aww man,” Casper said.

Travis shrugged. “That was okay. I can see better where he’s coming from now. I think if some kid wanted to blow me, you know, and he didn’t have pubes or his voice was still a year or two away from changing, yeah, I don’t care how bad he wanted to do it, I don’t think it’d be okay. I’d feel like an uber-creep. I’d tell him to find someone closer to his own age, I think. Anyway, it was a lot of fun while it lasted, it made a big difference to me, and I spent most of that summer strutting.”

“And swallowing?”

“You bet your ass, man.”

Becka’s eyebrows went up. “Even the very first time?”

“Yeah, even then. I’ve never not swallowed. I see it the same way Kaeleigh does. If I like a guy enough to suck him off, I like him enough to swallow. Otherwise, why’s his dick in my mouth at all?”

“Sure, that makes sense, yeah.”

“My worst moment, my most embarrassing, was … heh … about a year after that, when I was in eighth grade, I had a sort-of boyfriend. We hung out, went on dates, held hands and smooched, had lots of sex, but he was in the closet at home, so … yeah. His parents are these super-religious types, which translates into lots of homophobia and total denial, which meant everyone in the fuckin’ world knew this kid was as gay as a summer fair, except for them.

“Anyway, I was doing him this one time, and when he came, it went the wrong way. I sorta … snorted, or something, just when I was about to swallow, and some of it went up the back of my nose, and I ended up sneezing the rest out all over him. Just these huge blobs of goo all over his stomach and chest, and he thought it was snot, so when I started licking it off him he just freaked his shorts. It took a while before I got him settled down and understanding that no, it wasn’t my snot, it was his spunk.”

“What’d he think,” Sal said. “That you had a … a booger-fetish or something? Like you blew your nose on him and were chowing down?”

“Pretty much, yeah. It was like he took one look, instantly forgot I sneezed and where all that pearly white stuff came from just a few seconds earlier, and just lost every last little bit of his tiny mind. I found out later he had a serious phobia about all kinds of mucus, so bad that he couldn’t even think about a girl getting turned on. It literally made him feel sick. He didn’t even like the word moist.”

“But that’s not mucus,” Nette said. “It’s not even close.”

“No, it snot,” Casper said.

“I know that, but he didn’t. He was very, very gay, and he had all kinds of reasons for it, mostly having to do with what was supposedly wrong with girls instead of, you know, him being born that way, plus maybe being a little OCD about nose-goblins. Some of the stuff he said was kinda … well, it was … misogynistic. He was justifying being gay by dumping all his hangups on girls. So we were sorta already in trouble, and after the cum-sneeze incident, we didn’t last much longer. He kept eyeing me when I was doing him, like he thought I’d jam a thumb up a nostril and spray him down when he wasn’t paying attention, and I got sick of that, and all his cracks about girls.”

“What’d he used to say?” Kaeleigh said.

“Oh, the usual macho-man crap. Girls can’t do math. They can’t throw. They can’t run. They’re moody. She must be having her period, hurr hurr. His favorite was I don’t trust anything that bleeds for three days and doesn’t die. That was, for him, an entire philosophical foundation, instead of just a jackass locker-room comment.”

“Up to five or six days, actually,” Nette said. “We’re pretty fuckin’ scary.”

“I stand corrected. And duly impressed.”

“Man,” said Casper. “What a dick.”

“He did have a nice one, but it just wasn’t worth it, in the end.”

“Or in the mouth?”

“You got it. You can probably guess who it was, too.”

“You were eighth grade … let’s see, we started hanging out when…” Casper pondered for a moment. “Oh! Was it … uh, initials G. F.?”

“You know me so well.”

“Man, he really was a dick.”

“And, alas, you knew him too.”

“My proudest moment,” Sal said, “was my first time. I really, really liked this guy. A lot. I was twelve, and there were older girls out to get him, and I knew that, and it was a serious competition between them and me because they had hips and butts and tits, and I was only just starting to sprout any of those bonuses. Or is it boni?”

“Boners,” Casper said. “That’s what they cause.”

“Okay, I was only starting to sprout boners. And one day, this was during summer break, he was in his yard, working. He lived across the street, so I always had a great view. And he went at it for maybe half an hour, mowing the lawn and raking and the usual, and his shirt was off. There he was in his barechested glory, fourteen and pretty built and sweaty, in front of God and me, in the bright summer sunshine. So I had a bright idea and made up a pitcher of tea, and brought it over to him so he could take a break. I said he looked hot doing all that work, and he kinda looked at me, and I figured out what it sounded like while he was drinking his tea. He was just chuckling, so I said no, you really do look hot. And he looked at me again in a different way, and noticed how I was dressed.”

“What were you wearing?” said Seana.

“A top kinda like Kaeleigh’s, and a really thin summer skirt, and no damn panties. Lots of midriff, lots of bellybutton, and the skirt rode pretty low on my hips. It was gauze and you could see through it in the right light, and it was short and I was legs all the way up, and I knew it. I wanted to give him an opportunity, and he seemed to know it, because he took it. We went in his house, and he laid one on me, and then he laid me out on the living room couch and just fucked the royal shit out of me. Between this, that, and the other thing, I was back-down and feet-up for most of an hour.”

“God damn,” Becka said. “You made an impression.”

“And a divot in the cushions. He told me he knew about the girls that liked him, and he knew I liked him too, and he’d made up his mind a while ago. He was just waiting for a chance, he said. Then he ate the hell out of my pussy.” She sighed, wrapped in a good warm glowing memory. “We were together for almost four months.”

“Sometimes, your first boy ain’t bad,” Seana said.

“Yeah, I got pretty lucky. My most embarrassing moment was actually with him, too. We were in his room one day and I was riding his face, and he was just going to town. He loved eating me out. He did it every time. And I came, and came and came, and then I squirted. And I was just horrified. I thought I’d peed all over him. It took him a few days to convince me there was nothing wrong, that he liked it, that it was just cum, sort of like his, but from a girl. I pretty much believed him, especially after he showed me some videos, but it was … a while before I really let myself go like that again. Now, of course, I love having a good, wet cum.”

“Twelve years old, and already squirting,” Nette said. “Whew. Is it hot in here, or is it just me?”

“Yes,” said Casper and Tucker at the same time.

“Ah, you boys don’t have to try that hard. My proudest moment was when I had three guys at once for the first time. Like how I was saying before. I’d taken anal before, but not while I had another boy in my pussy, so I wasn’t even sure if I could do it. But they were willing to try, and I managed it, and I pulled one of the other boys over and got a nice mouthful. I felt like a fuckin’ goddess for weeks after that, too. It’s a lot of work, but if the mood’s right and the boys are lined up, there’s times when I … just want to be the meat in the sandwich.”

“A meat sandwich is good,” Sal said. “I like being rotisserie’d, from time to time.”

“Oh hell yeah, a boy at either end. Mmm. Anyway, my most embarrassing … you know, I haven’t really had one.” There were groans from everyone, and Nette blushed and soldiered on. “Seriously. I’ve never been caught playing with myself or anyone else, I’ve never had a bad moment with body fluids or … or containment breaches, and I’ve sure as hell never been embarrassed to say I like fucking, I like sucking cock, and I like eating pussy. There’s girls out there who try to slut-shame me, but it doesn’t work when I just look at them and tell them yeah, I fuck, there’s no law against it, and there’s no better way to spend an afternoon with a good friend.”

“Preach it,” Seana said. “Proudest moment, for me, was the first time I gave head. I didn’t gag, I let the boy come, and I didn’t mind the taste, and you bet for sure I swallowed. And the way he looked at me was what really made it great, because it was like he thought I was a goddess. No girl ever took it all the way before, he told me, and I told him, well, from now on, things would be different.” There was cheering from everyone, Kaeleigh included. “Yeah. A month later, we broke up.” She shrugged at the sudden change from yeah! to aww. “That’s how it goes, sometimes. My most embarrassing moment, now…” She chuckled. “Well, there was this boy I liked, he lived across the street, kinda like you and yours, Sal. And I wanted to send him a message. So one night I saw his bedroom light was on and his blinds were open, so I went into my room, turned on the light and opened the curtains, and spent maybe half an hour trying on different clothes right there in the middle of my room. And mostly I was trying on underwear, go figure, so there was a lot of changing and being naked and standing in front of the mirror involved, turning this way and that, you know.”

“Did someone call the cops or something?” Becka said.

“Huh-uh. But he sure looked at me funny the next day and I asked him what was wrong. I didn’t know if I wanted to know the answer, but I sort of needed to, you know? And he told me that his aunt was visiting, and I got this feeling, right? And he goes on to tell me she was sleeping in his room while he slept on the couch in the living room, and by then I’m thinking, well, fuck. And then he tells me how she’d seen a light on across the street and looked out the window, and … long story short, she said to tell me that I should keep my curtains closed when I’m changing clothes. Or else a boy might see.”

“Oh God.”

“Yeah. He knew right away what I was up to, of course.”

“Jesus,” Sal said. “Well … well, did you get a chance to fuck him, at least?”

Seana shook her head. “Turned out he was gay.” There was a wave of groans. “Yeah, well, I did get one good thing out of it. He and I are pretty good friends now. We hang out and bitch about boys. We still laugh about it, too. When something goes wrong with someone we know, if their plans get all fucked up, we’ll say it’s curtains for you. No one knows why we laugh so hard. So … Cas?”

“My proudest sexual moment?” he said, scratching at his chin. “I’m not really sure if I have one.”

“Oh, come on,” Tucker said. “Everyone’s got something to brag about.”

“That’s … yeah, no. I mean, it’s sex. It’s not like a sport or something. I can bench two-twenty, and I’m pretty proud of that, but…”

“Two-twenty?” Kaeleigh said. “That’s more than two of me.”

“And I’d say it’s good you’re not twins. One of you is fine for any party. Sex is… it’s not about bragging or being proud, for me anyway. For me it’s about being with a girl, making her feel good, having a good naked naughty time. If she comes, I’m proud. The more she comes, the happier I am. So I go down and stay down until she lets me up. If she wants to go for a ride, I’m totally there. She wants me to nail her to the bed, you bet. But it’s not about me. It’s about being there for her. However she feels like using me, I’m there to be used.”

“You sound like a sub,” Nette said.

“I guess I kinda am,” Casper shrugged.

“Excellent.” They shared a moment.

“Anyway, most embarrassing … okay, so a girl’s giving me head this one time. It’s going great, she’s into it, I’m into it. I get close and I tell her I’m gonna come, and she keeps going, and I tell her again, you know, so she won’t be surprised, I tell her I’m gonna come. And I know she hears me cause she’s looking right at me, and she goes mm-hmm, and she keeps going. So I come. And right on the first pump she kinda makes this gagging noise—”

“Oh man,” Travis said. “Bad time for second thoughts.”

“Yeah. I dunno if it was the taste, or the angle, or what, but something happened she wasn’t ready for. So she backs away and I’m still firing, and … and I shot her right in the eye.”

“Oh man,” Travis said.

“Right, and she’s got goo all over her face, and it’s in her eye and she’s screaming oh my God it hurts so bad, and she runs to the bathroom and I hear the sink and she’s crying and I’m feeling like total shit, and she comes out and her eye’s totally red and swollen shut. She was wearing contacts.”

“Oh my God,” Sal murmured.

“Yeah. She managed to get it all out, and the swelling went down after a while. I felt like a complete asshole, and later she comes up to me and tells me she’s the one who feels bad about the whole thing.”

“Well, you know,” Kaeleigh said. “It wasn’t really your fault, right? I mean if I was doing that to a boy and he told me he was gonna come and all, it’d basically be my fault if I pulled back and … I dunno, I didn’t shut my eyes first.”

“Maybe,” Casper shrugged.

“She’s right, though,” Becka said. “Anyone who’s been with a boy more than once knows he can’t just shut it off when he starts to come. It’s happening, no matter what.”

“Yeah, I’m not sure I’d be carrying that one around, if I was you,” Seana said. “You warn her twice, she feels it coming on, she doesn’t get to be surprised if she’s looking Mister Able right in the eye when he goes off.”

“That … does kinda make sense, I guess,” said Casper.

“I’m just glad I don’t wear contacts,” Kaeleigh said, and there was another of those breathless half-second pauses while everyone processed it.

“You are such a fucking princess,” Sal said when she could breathe again.

“I always, always want to be in a game with you,” said Nette.

“Thanks, Kaeleigh,” Casper said. He was still giggling. “This is the first time I’ve been able to really laugh about it. It helped. Thanks.”

“Sure,” she said, flushed to her roots. “You know, any time.” Travis squeezed her hand and she smiled at him. “I really like this game.”

“We all do,” Tucker said, picking up the die. “But we like it more tonight, for some reason.” He rolled and landed on Kaeleigh’s square.

There was another breathless pause. Sal murmured oh shit.

“Sorry,” Tucker said to her, sounding like he meant it. He stood and stripped down, and Kaeleigh swallowed, another rush of heat flaring in her groin. Casper looked great naked. Travis was doing fine, in his teeny little sexy briefs. Tucker…

His penis now hung free and unashamed, a thick long curve over a ripe scrotum. He’d buzzcut his black pubes and trimmed them into a small horseshoe at the root, so there was a clear view for her to see of a smooth shaft with only one vein running along it, and a heavy bell-shaped head. That’s going to be inside me tonight, she thought. He’s huge, and it’s not even hard. God, I hope it all fits.

“Guess it’s getting serious,” she said, and peeled off her top. Her breasts, bared and free of any support, didn’t sag down her chest at all; they were little more than a quarter of a handful, and she knew it. But none of the boys seemed to mind; they were all admiring them, and Nette was staring just as frankly as the others. “Am I…” she looked down, then back up again. “Are they … okay? Like … big enough? Do they look…”

“Alabaster,” Travis said. “As pretty and pure as alabaster.”

“I really, really want your number,” Nette said.

“Yeah, Kaeleigh,” said Casper. “You’re just fine. I mean, you’re beautiful, like all the other girls, and you’re great. Any guy who had a chance to get with you would be crazy to say no.”

“Or any girl,” said Sal.

“Gosh.” She was grinning like an idiot, her face was firetruck red, and she didn’t care. “Thanks.”

“I think I can say, for all of us, that we’re glad you’re playing tonight,” Tucker said as he sat, and drew his card. “Oh, surprise, another boundary question. When receiving oral sex, do you care whether the person giving it to you is a boy or a girl? Me, I really don’t. I kinda used to for a while, maybe the first few months I played, but that was before I figured out guys are usually better at giving head than girls are.”

“They are?”

“Oh yeah. They have the same hardware, see? So they’re better at operating it. It tends to … heh … blow away your latent homophobia.”

“Oh God,” Becka groaned. “Hire new writers.”

“I never thought of that,” Kaeleigh said. “Before, I woulda said no, I wouldn’t care, except maybe if it was a boy doing it, he’d fuck me afterward. But … you know, I’m betting most boys don’t have any idea about the magic touch. And I guess a lot of girls don’t know about it either, but they’re gonna know what it’s like to be a girl and come, so…” She shook her head. “Actually no, I really don’t care, since at least someone would be doing it to me, and I’m not even part Slinky, so I can’t.”

“That’s how I see it too,” Travis said. “Tuck’s right that a bi or gay guy usually gives better head, but if a girl’s enthusiastic about it, that doesn’t really matter. And I’ve been with a few guys who won’t let me come in their mouths, but I’ve never been with a girl who doesn’t take it all the way, and that’s always better than shooting off in the air. So yeah, I don’t care who’s doing it either.”

“Why would anyone not want you to come in their mouth?” Kaeleigh said.

“Maybe they’re allergic to almonds,” said Seana. Travis giggled.

“Well, I’m not. I love almonds.” She settled up against Travis and he slipped his arm around her shoulders. His skin was very warm, and she could feel the steady thump of his heart. She looked down and saw that he’d swollen, noticeably, in his briefs. She looked up into his eyes and gave him a secret smile, and he kissed it. She nestled in again and sighed happily, his hand moving slowly over her shoulder in a gentle caress, her arm resting along his leg, her fingers skating light on his knee. I can’t believe I really get to have sex with him tonight, she thought. My very first boy.

“I’m pretty much in the same camp as everyone else so far,” Sal said. “I like how a tongue feels, especially if its owner knows what he — or she — is doing. That’s all that really matters to me. Except … well, some guys seem to think the clit’s a come now button, and they hit it a little too hard and a little too much. But if they take it easy with that thing, I’m perfectly happy with any visitor.”

“Getting eaten out by anyone with skill is the balls,” Nette said. “But you’re right, Kaeleigh, that if it’s a boy, he’s probably gonna climb up eventually and fuck the hell out of me. So it’s sort of a bonus situation. Even if he’s not as good at it as a girl is, there’s gonna be a second act.”

“Hmm,” said Seana. “I usually say, in answering this question in the game, that I prefer it when a guy’s eating me out. But in practice, in the group sex, I never actually care. So since actions speak louder than words, any visitor at all is welcome, as far as I’m concerned.”

“I’ve been blown by a couple guys,” Casper said. “Uh, and … I guess I got some of that latent homophobia thing, Tuck, because about the only way I can even get close to getting off is if I close my eyes and pretend it’s a girl. I don’t mind being sucked on by anyone, but to get me to come I’m pretty sure it’s always gonna need a girl.”

“Good thing there’s five of us tonight instead of four, then,” said Becka.

“I guess … I guess it is, huh?”

“Yeah. And usually I’d rather have a guy eating me out, for pretty much the same reasons as Kaeleigh and Nette. There’s nothing like a soft tongue with a hard-cock followup.”

“I bet,” Kaeleigh said, and picked up the die.

Before she rolled, Casper said, “Hang on a sec. Does anyone else but me need to pee?”

“Now that you mention it,” Nette said, “I’m glad you mentioned it.”

“Yeah,” Tucker said. “Let’s go and tap a few kegs, and we’ll be back in … five? Ten?”

“I’m gonna get some tea,” Kaeleigh said to Travis while everyone filtered out of the room. “You want anything?”

“Uh, sure, a Coke would be great,” he said, getting up to go with everyone else. “Thanks.”

“What, you mean you don’t want me instead?”

“God, you bet I do, but not right here on the dining room table.”

“But there’s no candlesticks.”

“Yeah, but Tuck hates it when anyone leaves butt-prints.” He smiled when she gave him a hug, smiled more when it was followed by a kiss. “We’re getting close to the end now.”

“I know,” she said, standing in his arms, her cheek to his chest, swaying a little with him.

“You still okay with … later?”

“Mmm-hmm. How much longer do you think it’ll be?”

“An hour, maybe.”

She took a deep breath. “And then I won’t be a virgin any more.”

“No,” he murmured. “You won’t.”

“Good.” She looked up into his (yes, still pretty) eyes. “I want to have all kinds of new stories to tell when I play again next week.”

He smiled and kissed her brow. “You will.”

She wriggled her hips. “Is that you?”

“It better be,” he said. “I keep thinking about later.”

“And it’s giving you a boner?” She licked her lips. “I’m giving you a boner?”

“You have been for a while.”

“Good.” She parted from him, her hands on his shoulders, and looked down. Oh yes, it was there, pushing out at the front of his briefs, angled along one leg. “I’ll go get our drinks, and then I think I probably need to pee too. Don’t worry. I’ll rinse off when I’m done, okay?”

“I wasn’t worried, but thanks.” He stroked her cheek. “For everything.” His kiss was light, feathery, and left her lips tingling. “Back in a few.”

Kaeleigh watched him go, watched his lithe, trim body shift as he walked, his high, firm butt swaying a little at each step. Seana was right; it was made for grabbing. And she would be, soon, tonight, while Travis introduced her to everything she’d been wanting to know, everything she’d hoped to do … in group sex, she really hoped, which was only her number-one fantasy in the world.