The Semi-Finals by Pynchon *** It's Saturday night in March, and four high school boys are watching NCAA basketball. Their four girlfriends are a little drunk, bored and very horny. Then decide to play their own games. (FF, MF,0rg,public sex) *** It was a March high school Saturday night like any other-and that was the problem. We were four seniors-Annie, Lin, Margaret and me (Jo)-at my boyfriend Bob's house, where he and Jeb, Lee, and Alex were watching NCAA basketball semi-finals. The guys were crowded on the sofa, yelling, drinking, and screaming at the game and we girls were about ten feet behind them, drinking, horny, and bored out of our minds. Since this story is more about us, it's important to know the girls, who had all been friends since grade school. Annie was a blonde cheerleader; she had tagged herself as "big blonde and beautiful." She had a body that went absolutely counter to the starvation chic on every magazine cover. Hers was a classic hourglass figure, solid chest and hips. Some Renaissance painter (straight) would certainly have married her. She was our earth mother and, to my knowledge, had never chickened out of a dare. She had also tagged the three of us. Me she called "short smart and sexy." I am five foot one. As Annie used to say, "good things come in small tight packages." She did this just to watch me blush--which I stopped doing freshman year. Annie called Lin, our 5'11" all-state volleyball player, "tall, tan and terrific." Lin had the face of an angel, the body of a model and a nasty sense of humor. Annie called red-headed Margaret, with her classic 5' 7" Irish face and body, "red robust and raunchy." Margaret called herself a "Reformed" Catholic, saying her rhythm method involved playing loud rock music during sex. None of us doubted she could keep a beat. Probably why her Alex spent so much time smiling. But none of us was smiling now. We had each had four or five beers, were comfortably high, and we couldn't help thinking, "Here we are in Bob's house. His parents are gone for the weekend. Why in hell are guys and girls sitting ten feet apart?" Since the basketball games lasted past midnight, with no half time (they cut to other games), we were mostly bitching about how we seemed to have disappeared from the guys' radar screen. We wondered aloud what we might do about that. Annie, who had half finished a fifth beer and was coasting, came up with an idea. "Why don't we play strip poker? That should get their attention." There were the obligatory noises about the impropriety of such a thing but the more we thought about it, the better the idea seemed. We drank to it. I was Bob's girlfriend and knew where he kept playing cards, which I got and gave to Annie (it was, after all, her idea). Annie first asked us to count how many articles of clothing we had on, saying she wanted no one to have an advantage. Three of us removed our shoes and, after Lin put on a cotton sweater and a wrap (she wore no underwear), we all were wearing seven items of clothing. Annie called five-card draw-nothing wild--and we played the first hand. After ten hands, two of us--me and Annie--were wearing socks and panties, with everyone else semi-covered. Two hands later Lin, dark haired and with legs that "went on forever" (as Bob once told me) removed her shirt and was sitting there wearing only a sock. She had shaved her pubic hair-a necessity given the size of her bikini. We looked at her great breasts and then at the sofa, where someone was questioning whether the referee's parents had been married when he was born. We thought Jeb, her steady, might have gotten some psychic message but no. We laughed and went on with the game. This was starting to get interesting. Three more hands and Lin stood up, bumping and grinding to imaginary strip music, and sloooowwwlllyy removed her sock. Annie said she had a great future as a pole dancer. We agreed. Her performance-and her body-were magnificent. Lin shook her head and muttered, "You have no idea what you're missing, Jeb." She finally sat down, wondering aloud if she was going to have to "play with myself to get some action." We all laughed at that, probably because we were all thinking the same thing. Four more poker hands and Margaret, the Irish redhead, stood to remove panties that had to be believed to be seen (Annie called them "genital floss" and Margaret replied sheepishly that she "thought Alex was the only one who was going to see them." And then we were all four nude and ignored. Annie stood up, throwing a magnificent swirling moon at the sofa, hoping to draw the attention of Lee, her guy. But Lee was fixated on passing and shooting. We couldn't help thinking he was watching the wrong game. We had now all had finished our sixth beers (and Annie her seventh) and were feeling strangely turned on. Someone noticed my nipples were hard and, when we all looked around, we saw that everyone's nipples were hard, which led to four-sided laughter. But we still might has well have been four nude potted plants. And I said, "So does anyone have another idea? And should we get dressed?" Annie, who by this time was feeling no pain, said, "Oh no-we should build on what we've done-let's see how far we have to go. And if you want an idea, how about Spin the Bottle?" We were not expecting that suggestion-Annie was always good for a shock. We giggled nervously (we later found out that none of us had ever kissed a girl except in friendship) but then Lin said, "Why the hell not? It may be the only way we get kissed tonight." I went to the kitchen, got an old wine bottle, and returned to the living room. Annie said, "You first." I spun, got Margaret, stood up and tentatively kissed her on the lips. Lin and Annie quietly hooted at our propriety, noting that the last time they had been kissed like that was in the third grade. Lin was next to spin and she got me. I stood and moved close to her. Lin cupped my cheek and then moved her hand to the back of my neck, pulling my face to hers. She was as good a kisser as she was a pole dancer, slowly running the tip of her tongue around mine. I was not sure how long the kiss went on but I remember my toes curling at one point. When we pulled apart, we opened our eyes, shook our heads, and both sighed loudly. I wondered if she was getting moist too. The game had possibilities. Annie was the next one to spin and she got Lin. Both of them stood and moved in quickly. The kiss was a classic, mouths sealed and tongues twirling. Annie hugged Lin very tightly and each moved her hands over the other's back and ass. They ground their breasts together. When they broke, both Lin and Annie were flushed and breathing deeply. No one had really expected to get turned on-we were just doing this to get some attention and, ideally, a little action. My turn again. And this time I surprised myself-I really wanted to play. The bottle stopped on Annie, who was starting to stand up when I reached across, kept her from rising, and half crawled over to her, pushing her back. Suddenly I was on top of her, with my legs between hers, and our mouths pressed together. As I kissed her, I could feel our breasts rubbing and her hips suddenly rose up to me. I thrust down four or five times, wishing for the first time in my life that I had a penis. And then there was suddenly pressure on my ass (Lin later told me that Annie had wrapped her legs around me) and I could feel Annie shifting, opening. I edged off her body a bit and, in the spirit of the moment, put my fingers on her now very slippery clitoris. I moved my fingers in my own favorite way and Annie started to buck up into my hand. But she was not to be outdone. I suddenly felt her fingers inside me, moving as expertly as my fingers were on her. And now we both sounded as if we had run 5000 meters. The friction between us suddenly changed from pleasurable to exquisitely liquid. Forgotten were the guys, Margaret and Lin, as Annie and I ground our fingers and bodies together. The pace grew more frantic as we rocked together for I'm not sure how many minutes. But then Annie, with a shudder and moan, came first, an earthquake beneath me, After that I came too, with spasms that sent shockwaves up and down my body. I nearly fainted. I thought I had had good sex with Bob but this was something else--easily the most spectacular orgasm I had ever had, all the more shattering because unexpected. I came about every five times Bob and I had sex-I just assumed that was the norm. Now I wasn't at all sure. We lay glued and breathing together for several minutes, calming down. Annie kissed me on the mouth and asked me, "Does this mean I'm your bitch?" And I laughed and said, "Absolutely. You are now my love slave. And don't forget it." And I was only half joking. Then, at the same time, we noticed movement and moaning and looked over to see Lin on top, fingers working between the legs of Margaret, Lin's taut ass grinding away as Lin drove her fingers up into her. Judging by the speed of their movement and the noise, they too were moving to the finish line. Like us, they were paying no attention to anything except themselves. Annie and I watched and got turned on again-probably what had happened to Lin and Margaret. They finished with gasps, rolled over and, as everyone's heartbeats grew more regular, we all noticed the red flushes over our breasts and stomachs. We laughed but we also knew that our friendship had been changed forever. As Annie said, "For Christ's sake, why haven't we ever done that before?" No one had a good answer. And then Lin, her breathing under control, asked, "And what are we going to do now?" Annie, now on beer eight, said, "Let's keep playing. But we can't kiss on the mouth." No one said anything but it was clear that we were no longer playing this game for the guys. Annie took the bottle, spun it, and got Lin. Annie moved forward, reached out and spread Lin's legs. She slowly licked Lin's leg from the knee down to her groin and then buried her head between Lin's legs. Lin was propped up, watching but she now responded by arching her back and lying her head back on the floor. She wrapped both of her legs over Annie's shoulders and back. Lin then reached out and pulled Annie's head and its twirling tongue more deeply into her body. And then I moved over, kissing Lin on the mouth while Margaret started licking and sucking Lin's nipples. She was very close to being over the top. I looked up briefly and came face-to-face with Jeb, who was looking--open-mouthed--at the scene in front of him. I sat up a little, motioned for him to be quiet, and beckoned him over. Lin started to come again and just as Jeb arrived, she shuddered, shuddered some more, and released. Jeb knelt down and kissed Lin, who immediately reached up and started undoing his pants. The three of us helped and Jeb was quickly naked from the waist down, his cock bobbing. Annie reached over to get a condom, which she barely got on him. Jeb wanted to plunge but Lin, showing some strength, rolled Jeb over and slid down to his midsection, rising as she guided him in. They fit very well. We three were below them and our view was sexy as hell. On the upstroke, Lin would arch her ass up and then, on the downstroke, she would impale herself-first shallowly and then, bit by bit, more deeply. Her control was amazing. We could see Jeb's cock-now a sexual dipstick--glisten from her juices. I moved up and continued kissing Lin on the mouth while Margaret rolled Lin's nipples with her fingers. Jeb, seeing all the female hands and mouths on Lin's body, started thrusting up into Lin. Annie, always the direct type, reached out and closed her thumb and finger tightly around Jeb's cock. This meant he was now thrusting into Annie's tightened hand and Lin's tight body. Three strokes later Jeb came, screaming. But Lin made no sound. Ironically, Jeb ended up being the one who finally attracted the guys' attention. They quickly took in Jeb, semi-naked and spent, and the four of us sitting there wearing only smiles. And suddenly the party was on. None of the couples had ever had sex in front of other people in the room but this was a taboo that disappeared as quickly as our earlier inhibitions. Annie ended up handing out condoms to the three of us, which we somehow managed to put on our boyfriends' cocks. And then they jumped us. All three of us (Lin was sitting this one out) were under our boyfriends, who, having forgotten basketball, were slamming into us as if we were blocking sleds. This lasted no more than five minutes, when all three of them came and I was internally humming, "Is that all there is?" I looked at Annie and then we looked at Margaret and Lin. At the same moment we realized that none of us had come-even with the spectacular foreplay we had given each other. As I looked back over at Annie, she mouthed the words "Fuck me." And I thought that an excellent suggestion. I pulled out of Bob's arms and crawled over as she moved slightly away from Lee. She lay back and this time I buried my tongue around Annie's clitoris, tasting latex, sperm, and and lust. Annie closed her legs around my head and, as my ears were covered, I become aware of both my breathing and hers-and in minutes it was easy to see that I was about to give her what Lee hadn't. But then Annie scootched down, reached over, and grabbed my left leg, pulling it toward her. I kept licking but I got up on all fours and Annie started pivoting my body toward her head. I had no idea where this was going but then, as my bottom got closer to her mouth, it became clearer. This was something Bob and I had never done. He was always thrilled to get blow jobs but he never wanted to return the favor. As I straddled Annie's head, she reached up and pulled my crotch down to her mouth. And then we were outside time-floating on a kind of pulsing pleasure. Neither of us was licking hard or fast. We somehow knew that the slow boil was best. And from far far away we could see the shape of our climaxes rolling towards us. We seemed separate from our bodies as we shuddered and moaned, holding on for dear life. I leaned over to Annie and whispered, "Good bitch." She smiled, reached up, and briefly sunk two of her fingers inside me. I looked around. We must've put on a great show because no one was moving and every guy was condomless and hard again. Alex reached up and took hold of Margaret's neck, slowly moving her head down to his erection. Margaret allowed her mouth to be positioned and filled with Alex's cock. She swirled her tongue around the head of his penis and then sunk it all the way in. I was surprised she didn't choke--she was obviously a woman of hidden depths. Alex had been half sitting up but he quickly lay down flat as Margaret's head bobbed to the sounds of suction. Every time she pulled partially away from Alex, a very red cock showed itself. Then each guy looked expectantly at his girlfriend-it didn't take a detective to see what they wanted. Just before I was no longer able to talk, I said to the girls-"First one done wins the prize." And so four heads bobbed on four cocks quicker and quicker until-several minutes later-Alex, and then Jeb, Lee and Bob, all groaned/shouted with pleasure and-for thirty seconds--looked as if their brains had been removed. I reached over and removed a dab of come from Lin's lip. She smiled. There was a nice afterglow-for maybe three minutes--and then the NCAA announcer screamed "Overtime" and the guys grabbed their clothes and ran back to the tv. All four of us shook our heads and Annie asked me, "What was the prize?" I said, "Easy-the prize was to get done so that we could do more interesting things." Laughter. At this point Annie made her final suggestion of the evening, saying, "Why don't we head to my house? I've got the two double beds, toys, and a heart filled with love..." We laughed again, got mostly dressed (we stuffed our underwear into our purses-no sense putting on something we were just going to take off) and piled into Annie's car. There wasn't much conversation in the car going over. But I could feel myself getting wet again (a minor miracle) just thinking about what (and who) was coming. And hey-the guys had their basketball to keep them warm. The four of us were moving into the finals. It was looking like a great Summer.