The Semi-Finals
by Pynchon

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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)

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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.