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Two Dashes of Midsummer - 4
by Endrael (endrael@yahoo.com)

***

Picking up not long after the events in part 3, Mike 
and Sara have planned a small party with their friend 
Jen, Jen's brother Jason, and Kit. Kim tags along, 
despite not being fond of Jen, Jason, or Kit, and not 
knowing Cindy has also been invited. (MMFf, mf, bi, 
anal, tor, orgy)

***

Author's note: For fans of the story, I must apologize 
for the inordinate delay in getting part four posted. 
Since posting the first three parts, life has been very 
disorganized, and there was a stretch where I was 
without internet for quite some time. Hopefully part 
five won't encounter the same types of delays.

***

Part 4: The Inhibition Game


Chapter 1

After that, things between me and Kim cooled off a lot. 
Which isn't to say we stopped talking. We just needed 
to figure out where we stood with each other, which was 
cause for confusion on my part, considering the very 
mixed signals she'd been giving me the last few months. 
Sara, fortunately, was fairly successful in acting as 
an intermediary between us, else I think we would have 
fought a lot more than the occasional inconsequential 
argument, and I think we both appreciated her for that.

But until me and Kim were able to come to terms with 
each other and our respective relationships with Sara, 
Sara was likely to remain as the centerpiece of the 
tensions between us, which I felt bad about. I didn't 
want to be coming between them, and despite what they 
both said, it was obvious that's how Kim felt about it, 
now that we had a better understanding of how she was 
feeling.

On the other hand, things between Sara and me remained 
somewhat stilted, despite our having reconciled what 
I'd done to her. I didn't think it would be something 
that would be smoothed over quickly, and that was a 
saddening thought. I loved her dearly, and I think my 
sudden gentleness was beginning to get to her, since 
she was used to me being the dominant one, but she 
accepted it, at least, which helped. Some things we 
didn't need to talk about to understand each other, and 
that was one of them.

Part of the problem, too, was Cindy. She'd stung Kim 
pretty harshly, and despite her repeated attempts to 
talk with her and apologize, Kim refused absolutely to 
have anything to do with her. She even went out of her 
way to avoid the Bull Horn, though that didn't stop 
Sara and me. We managed to catch Cindy just before her 
lunch on one of our visits, and we sat in the parking 
lot and talked while we ate.

"Can you please convince Kim to talk with me?" Cindy 
pleaded. "I did a lot of stupid things to her and I 
don't want her hating me."

"That's easier said than done, sometimes," Sara said. 
"It took her months before she finally told me and Mike 
how she really felt about our relationship. I doubt 
she'll warm up to you again anytime soon."

"Fuck," Cindy sighed, flicking a charred french fry 
into the parking lot. "Everything's going ok with you 
two, though?"

"Except for Kim, yeah," I said. I grimaced at my soggy 
fries and dumped them in the trash next to me. "I'd 
been hoping things would be easier with her, but it 
doesn't look like they will be."

"Kind of like they're not easy with me, hm?"

I snorted.

"You're mercurial, but you're at least willing to 
talk."

"Kim does talk, Mike," Sara said, plucking up the sprig 
of parsley that was sitting on her fries and 
dismantling it. "She's just not good at it. She's 
not... She isn't a thinker like you and me, so she has 
a hard time putting things into words."

"I get that a lot," Cindy sighed. "At least when I'm 
not taking my meds, anyway. Which is why I was such a 
bitch to all of you the other day, by the way. You 
happened to get me when I hadn't taken them for a few 
weeks because I wanted to see if I could manage without 
them, because I don't like them. They make me too 
mellow, but it's either that or I end up doing things 
like I did to you and fucking things up. I'm sorry for 
that, and especially sorry about what I did to Kim. I 
was a real bitch to her, and I want to apologize to her 
for it."

"I can't promise I'll change her mind, but I will try. 
I'm being go-between between her and Mike a lot lately. 
One more won't make a difference."

"Should I keep trying to call her?"

"Yeah. It'll sink in eventually with her. She'll 
probably be pretty pissy at first, though."

"That's fine. I won't blame her for it, after what I 
did. If you'd gotten me before I hit bottom, I would 
have." She turned to me. "What's going on with that 
party you were talking about?"

"Week before school starts again," I said. "Probably 
going to be at Jen's place, since she lives with her 
brother and we won't have to deal with parents."

"He another one of your socially disfunctional?"

I paused a moment, almost laughing at the 
understatement of that.

"You could say that. Though I guess he's somewhat 
functional, since he's a professional tattooist."

"Cool beans! Tattoo artists are pretty cool. At least 
the ones I've met have been. So there will be drinks, 
then?"

"I don't know. Probably not. Jason, that's Jen's 
brother, isn't a big drinker. He'd probably get us some 
if we asked him to, but I'm not sure that'll happen."

"'k. I'll bring some then. I can make some pretty good 
drinks if I have the right stuff for 'em."

"You're going to come, then?"

"Yeah. It'll get me out of the house, at least, and I 
might be able to apologize to Kim, if she's there."

"She will be," Sara laughed. "She loves parties. So 
long as we don't mention you'll be there, she'll come."

"She's that pissed with me?"

"You were a pretty major bitch to her," I pointed out. 
"She had a point when she told you you weren't 
listening to her."

Cindy sighed and muttered, flicking another fry into 
the parking lot.

"So she's going to be like me and not make it easy, 
isn't she?"

"Not when she's feeling hurt or slighted, no," Sara 
said. "She's always been like that, but most of the 
time it blows over. It's just a matter of how."

"Like the other day," from me, thinking of how she'd 
tried to beat me up.

"Like the other day, yeah. She doesn't usually do that, 
though, and that's part of the problem. She's hiding 
from herself, I think."

"I could give her lessons in that," Cindy said, making 
a face at the rest of her fries and handing them to me 
to dump in the trash. "Maybe I shouldn't be avoiding 
getting involved with her. Might be able to keep her 
from doing some of the stupid things I did."

"You have some work to do before she'll let you that 
close."

Cindy just sighed and said, "Once again, Cindy has been 
stupid and fucked things over by not being able to 
control herself." She looked at her watch and growled. 
"And it's back to work with me. I'm getting tired of 
this place. Need to find something different." She 
climbed slowly to her feet, and Sara and I followed 
suit. "But before I clock back in to the world of fast 
food-" She pulled Sara over and gave her a hug and a 
deep kiss, then did the same with me. "That's a thank 
you for not turning your backs on me after what I did. 
Most of the people I meet who see me like that end up 
disappearing. You really don't know how fast you get 
tired of that until it happens to you."

"Maybe we just want to use you for sex," Sara said 
playfully, smiling.

Cindy apparently didn't see it as a joke, though, 
because she pulled back. Not physically, but it was in 
how she held herself and the look on her face.

"Don't ever say that to me again," she said, holding 
her eyes on Sara. "I am dead serious. NEVER say that to 
me again. I've been used more than I like to think 
about, and it hurts. It makes you feel unimportant. It 
makes you feel worthless, like you're not a person or 
you're less than human. I don't care if you were 
joking. NEVER say it to me again."

Sara pursed her lips and nodded, then gave Cindy a hug.

"I'm sorry. I'll remember that."

Cindy nodded and kissed Sara again, then bit at her 
lip.

"I'll see you two at the party if I don't see you again 
before?"

"Naturally," I said.

"Good. I have some ideas for stuff we can do." She 
laughed and grinned, then winked and turned before we 
could ask what she had in mind.


Chapter 2

Kim's birthday was a week before the party, but the 
three of us had decided, wordlessly, not to do anything 
big, even though she was turning sixteen. I took her to 
get her license, giving her the money to pay for all 
the beauracratic nonsense, as my gift to her, for which 
she jumped me and gave me the opportunity to give her 
another prolonged kiss.

Apparently, that was a signal that she was more willing 
to accept my presence, since she stopped arguing with 
me as much and would actually talk with me sometimes if 
there was something on her mind. For my part, I still 
didn't understand her sometimes, though I think that 
was maybe something she did intentionally to keep 
things at her level of comfort before she was willing 
to let things open up a bit more.

Sara was definitely happy to not be acting as go-
between anymore, or at least not as much, though I 
could tell she wasn't liking having to split herself 
between Kim and me. I think we both realized, though, 
that once Kim and I finally came to terms with each 
other, that wouldn't be necessary, but when that would 
be was impossible to tell. But it was encouraging, at 
least, that we were getting along again fairly well so 
soon.

I went off to Jen's work the day before the party to 
handle last minute details and such, and Sara tagged 
along.

"Greetings to the absentees!" Jen called when she 
spotted us, grinning. She hugged both me and Sara, 
though Sara obviously hadn't been expecting it. "What's 
up?"

"Just came by to say hi and see if there's anything we 
need to do for the party before tomorrow," I said, 
twining an arm around Sara's waist.

"Um... Bring some good porn?" She laughed. "I don't 
know. I've given up planning stuff for parties because 
they usually don't go as planned anyway, especially not 
with our little group. Socially unfunctional and all, 
ya know. Are you going to be bringing your new friend?"

"Indeed. She's going to bring drinks and ideas, which 
I'm sure is going to be more than enough to make things 
interesting."

"Drinks and ideas, eh? She say what kind of ideas?"

"If experience counts for anything," Sara said, "it 
will probably lead to a lot of sex."

"Hence the drinks, I imagine. Probably drinking games." 
Jen leaned on the counter and stared at it, thinking 
while she played with one of her earrings. "Would she 
be pissed if I stopped things if they cross certain 
lines?"

"She's trying to uncross certain lines herself, so 
probably not." I glanced at Sara. "Though I haven't 
ever seen her drunk, so I don't know for sure."

Jen nodded and said, "All right. There's just some 
things I'd rather not have happen."

"Just tell her that and she'll snap to pretty quick. I 
think I can guarantee that." Sara nodded, leaning her 
head against my shoulder. "She's had a lot of 
unfortunate experience with stuff she'd rather not have 
had happen."

"How so?" Jen asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Better to ask her. She'd probably get pissed with me 
if I told you."

"Point taken." She slapped her palms flat against the 
counter and straightened. "So! Moving on! The only 
other person I was able to convince to come was Kit, 
but whether or not he shows up remains to be seen. I 
think his current addiction of choice is World of 
Warcraft, so I have my doubts about whether or not 
he'll remember what the time is, let alone what day, 
and actually come over."

"Jason'll be there?"

"Duh. You think he wouldn't be? When has he not been at 
a party with me? Besides, it's at our place. It's not 
like he'd leave or anything."

"True, that."

"You going to be bringing Kim, too?"

"We're tricking her into reconciling with Cindy," Sara 
said.

"Cindy's the new friend?"

Sara nodded and said, "Yeah. Cindy was a real bitch to 
Kim and feels bad about it. She's been trying to 
apologize, but Kim's stubborn and refuses to talk with 
her."

"Do they have a thing between them?" Jen furrowed her 
brow. "Like, sexual?"

I felt Sara blink on my shoulder. I hadn't been 
expecting that question either, and wasn't sure how to 
handle it. I knew Jen wouldn't care that Kim was a 
lesbian, but Kim would definitely care if Jen knew.

"Why do you ask?" I figured that was the best out, 
though it still implied a 'yes' to her question.

"I don't know. It just seems to make sense, 'cause I've 
never seen Kim even so much as flirt with a guy, which 
makes me think she's not interested in guys at all, 
which means she's probably into women instead."

"If we told you yes," Sara said, lifting her head off 
my shoulder, "but it never got off the ground, would 
you never say a word of it to anyone else, especially 
Kim and Cindy?"

Jen simply shrugged.

"I don't gossip. It's stupid. But yeah. Vow of silence 
and all that. You have my word on it. I really don't 
care one way or the other which way she swings, and I'm 
not going to interfere with it. I'm not into women 
myself, but I'm not worried about having to fend her 
off or anything, since I doubt I'm her type."

"No," I said, laughing. "You're really not. You freak 
her out."

Jen cackled at that and said, "Now you have me so 
tempted to get all decked out for the party just to get 
a reaction out of her." She looked over at the main 
doors of the store as the entry chime went off and 
swore under her breath. I looked over and saw an 
elderly couple shambling in. "God damnit. I hate these 
two. They come in all the time and ask all kinds of 
stupid questions and then never buy anything, but they 
get all bitchy and file complaints if we leave them to 
fend for themselves so we can deal with other 
customers."

"Dump them on someone else?"

"I'm the only one here, other than the sky cams." She 
grimaced and sighed. "I'll see you tomorrow, then?"

"Definitely. All four of us."

"Good." She hugged me and Sara again. "Actually, bring 
some food with you when you come over? Something good. 
Pizza or fried chicken or something? I'll handle soda 
and stuff."

"Done."

"Woot! See you tomorrow, then!" She turned and headed 
over to the elderly couple, putting on the fake plastic 
cheer with a, "Hello again. How can I help you today?"

Sara laid her head on my shoulder again as we left.


Chapter 3

"Partyyyyyy!" Kim cried, grabbing my and Sara's hands 
and trying to bounce in a circle with us. "Party! 
Party! Party! Let's go!"

"It's not for another two hours," Sara said, 
exasperated.

Kim had been hyper-active all day in anticipation of 
the party at Jen's, and it was getting annoying. We 
were currently in the mall, killing time because we had 
nothing better to do. Except maybe sex, but I doubted 
the potential of that to curb, let alone distract, 
Kim's current enthusiasm.

"But I wanna goooooo!"

Sara made an annoyed sound and stopped, grabbing Kim 
and spinning her around so they were facing each other.

"Are we going to have to gag you and tie you up to keep 
you quiet until then?"

I looked over at Sara. Apparently she was more annoyed 
than I had thought, to say something like that to her 
sister. Normally she wasn't phased by Kim's hyperness. 
Kim was obviously surprised and just stared at her.

"Sorry," she said meekly. "I'll try to be quieter."

Sara sighed and pulled Kim in for a hug.

"I'm sorry, hon. I didn't mean to snap at you like 
that. I'm just..." Nervous is what I knew she wanted to 
say, knowing Kim would probably not take well to being 
forced to interact with Cindy again, but she didn't. 
"I'm just wanting some calm for a little bit so I'm not 
feeling drained before we even get to the party. Can 
you do that? Please?"

Kim nodded with an, "Ok. Promise."

And she was calm for a while. At least until I called 
ahead for the pizzas, anyway.

"So who's going to be there?" she asked, bouncing in 
the back seat.

"You, me, and Sara," I said.

"Well, duh! But who else!? Who? Who?"

"Jen and Jason. Maybe Kit. Probably one or two others."

"Kit? Who's that?"

"The guy with two dozen piercings and wears fishnets 
all the time."

"Oh." She sounded less than excited about that. "You 
have really weird friends, Mr. Man."

"Present company included?" I glanced in the mirror at 
her and laughed.

"Hey! I'm normal! So there!" She stuck her tongue out 
at me.

"Normal people don't have sex with their sisters," Sara 
said, ducking.

"Hey! That's... Fuck!"

"I won't be surprised if that happens at the party," I 
said.

"What do you mean? There's not going to be, like, sex 
games, is there?"

"It's a possibility."

"I'm not fucking any guys."

I almost laughed at that. Not like we would ask her to 
because we knew she wouldn't.

"No worries. I'm pretty sure there's going to be 
someone around you can have some fun with."

"Sis, but I don't want to do anything with her with 
other people around. Except you, I mean."

"It depends on who shows up and what happens. Maybe you 
can get Jen drunk enough to experiment with women. I 
don't know."

"Um... No. She's too creepy."

"Why'd you want to come to this party, then?" Sara 
asked, half-turning to look at Kim. "You knew it would 
mostly be people who aren't socially accepted."

"I did not! You never told me!" She mock pouted. "And I 
wanted to go to a party with you two. We've never 
partied together before."

"Sara's birthday and the threesome don't count?" I 
asked. I had a hard time keeping a straight face with 
that.

"No! Because it... Damn it! Stop it! You keep twisting 
things on me."

Sara opened her mouth to say something, thought better 
of it, and just said, "Um..." instead. Kim stared at 
her sister for a second, then beat her hands on the 
seat, blushing.

"No! Not like that! Damn it! Fuck. I'll just shut up. 
You're too smart for me."

Sara dropped her seat back before Kim could start 
really pouting, turning to look at her.

"None of that," she said. "You know I don't think 
you're stupid, hon, and you know I don't treat you like 
you are. Don't go saying you are."

"But-"

"No." She put a finger over Kim's lips. "Hush, hon. 
Just because you're not good with innuendo like me and 
Mike doesn't mean you're stupid, ok?" She took her 
finger away as Kim nodded.

"It makes me feel stupid, though. It's like you're 
making fun of me or something."

"We're not making fun of you, Kim," I said, shaking my 
head. "We wouldn't do that to you. We don't want to 
alienate you. We're just teasing."

"Well stop it! Stop teasing me. It's not nice."

I turned briefly to look her, then reached back and 
took one of her hands, giving it a light squeeze. Sara 
grabbed her other one and kissed it, nodding.

"All right," I said, followed by Sara's, "I'm sorry." 
"Just don't take it personally if we do from time to 
time?" I continued, returning my hand to the wheel. 
"Because we don't mean it to make you feel bad. We do 
love you."

"I know," Kim said, and she leaned down and gave Sara a 
kiss. "I love you guys, too." She bounced and beat her 
free hand on the seat next to her. "So when're we going 
to get to the party!? Shouldn't we have been there by 
now? What time is it? I wanna be there already!"


Chapter 4

We showed up early to Jen's simply to appease Kim and 
keep her from driving us crazy with her constant, "Are 
we there yet!?" questions. She hopped up to the front 
door ahead of me and Sara, then stood there bouncing. 
Jen apparently had seen us pull into her drive, because 
she opened the door as Kim bounced aside to make room 
for me and the pizzas. She gave Kim an odd look, 
matched by Kim's own, though Kim's was more comical 
than serious. I noticed she'd given in to her impulse 
to get all decked out to shock Kim, because she was 
covered in jewelry and black lace, along with her 
corset, black makeup, collar, and boots.

"You're insane," Jen said to Kim, then laughed and 
stepped aside, motioning us in. "Welcome to the 
spider's den. Jason's around somewhere."

"I'm in here, wench," we heard from the living room. 
"You walked right by me, y'know."

"Yes," Jen called back, and Jason laughed. "And don't 
call me wench, whore."

"All right, crack slut."

"That's better." She spun and headed down the short 
hall to the kitchen, holding her arms out and over her 
head and bobbing her head side to side with each step. 
"Put the pizza's in here until people show up. Kit 
called about five minutes ago saying he'd be here, so 
it won't be just us, at least. He never said when he'd 
show up, though."

Sara followed after me as I trailed Jen, and Kim tagged 
along, obviously feeling out of place. Which was 
understandable, considering how Jen and Jason had 
decorated the place. They had a lot of Giger prints up, 
and there were Kali statues with black candles sitting 
on stands to either side of the television, and a 
giant, gothic mirror hung behind them. Jason had 
painted a mural on the opposite wall, a dragon sitting 
on a pile of skulls with fire and brimstone in the 
background. The kitchen was probably the only room they 
hadn't really decorated, since it was relatively normal 
looking. Not that we stayed there long.

We settled in the living room, Sara and me taking the 
two remaining seats on the couch, Kim taking the 
recliner, and Jen dropping to the floor next to me by 
the arm of the sofa. I noticed Kim kept looking at the 
die-cast vampire skull that was sitting on the 
television or at the blinds on which Jen or Jason had 
painted a giant red pentagram. Either those or Jason, 
who was pierced, tattooed, wearing grungy black, and 
had a double-braided goatee and a shaved head. She was 
definitely out of place here.

"Miss Social doesn't like the spider's den, does she?" 
Jen asked, watching Kim. Kim looked at her and made a 
face.

"No," she said, shaking her head. "How can you like 
stuff like this? It's... freaky."

"Depressing? Morbid? Macabre? Disturbing? Yeah. That's 
why."

"Ease up, Jen," I told her. She glanced at me and 
nodded, leaning back against the arm of the sofa.

"Sorry. Just in the mood for baiting. That couple came 
by again today while I was at work, so I'm kind of 
pissed off. Sometimes I'd like to ask them if they're 
ever going to actually buy anything or if they're just 
going to take up space other customers could be using, 
just to see what they'd do. My luck, they're probably 
the damn owners of the place." She smacked my leg. "You 
know, you're really damned lucky to have that art job 
just drop into your lap like that."

"What do you do?" Jason asked me. "Anything I could get 
into?"

"Ever the opportunist, huh?" I laughed. "It's 
illustration for a local publisher. Fantasy and sci-fi 
stuff, mostly magazine stuff, but I've done pieces for 
a couple of books, too."

"Awesome, man. How's it pay?"

"Well enough, I guess. I need to do more if I want to 
support myself with it, which really wouldn't be hard. 
It's mainly black and whites they want, and I can turn 
those out no problem."

"Rock. I love jobs like that." He laughed. "If you want 
to make up some tattoos for me, I'd pay you a 
pittance."

"Only a pittance? I've gotta eat, man! I'm a starving 
artist!"

We both laughed, and Sara smiled. Jen climbed to her 
feet and wandered into the kitchen, returning with cups 
and some two liters.

"My turn to fetch," Jason said, catapulting out of the 
couch as a knock came on the front door. He trotted 
into the front hall and his, "Well, hellooooo." 
followed soon after. "A beautiful woman with drinks is 
here!" he called to us. "Does she belong to Mike and 
Sara?"

"I do." That was definitely Cindy, and Kim snapped her 
attention in that direction, everything else forgotten.

"Whoa," Jen said, giving Kim a surprised look. "Miss 
Social here is riveted."

"You never told me Cindy would be here," Kim said to me 
and Sara, her attention still on the direction of 
Cindy's voice. I couldn't tell if she was pissed about 
that because she wasn't wanting to deal with Cindy or 
pissed because it was Cindy and she wanted to jump her 
and we didn't tell her she would be here.

"You never asked," I answered as Cindy came into view.

She gave a quick look to Kim but otherwise avoided eye-
contact with her. She was holding a cooler full of 
bottles and dressed in a halter top and the same mini-
skirt she'd worn to Sara's birthday party. She was 
wearing a bra, but whether or not she was wearing 
panties I couldn't tell, and she had a backpack on. 
Jason appeared behind her, making no attempt to hide 
his ogling. He caught Jen's look and just shrugged, 
giving a bemused smile.

"You can put that in the kitchen," Jen directed. "We 
don't have much to mix with, though."

"That's ok," Cindy said. "I have everything I need 
right here."

She continued on down the hall into the kitchen, and 
Kim stood and went in after her. I tensed, ready to 
move fast at the first sound of the explosion I 
expected to follow, but there wasn't one. Either Cindy 
had managed to immobilize Kim before she was able to do 
anything, which I didn't think was what happened, since 
there would still have been a lot of noise, or Kim was 
assaulting Cindy with a kiss, which seemed more likely, 
but also not as likely.

Jen was looking at me with her eyebrows raised, 
wondering what was going on. I just shook my head as 
Jason fell back onto the sofa next to me. We could hear 
Kim and Cindy talking, but couldn't make out what they 
were saying, which is probably what they wanted.

"Well," Jason said, clapping his hands together between 
his knees. "My policy is stay out of spats if I'm not 
part of them. I think this is one of those covered by 
that policy." He gave a decisive nod, then looked at me 
and Sara. "Who's going to be the responsible one and 
stay sober? Or you gonna crash here? 'cause Jen and I 
sure as hell aren't gonna stay sober with alcohol 
around."

"I would say Kim," I started, and Sara interrupted and 
finished for me before I could get any further.

"But she refuses to turn down new experiences when 
she's at a party, and she only just got her license, 
anyway."

"Right. Crashing here. Cool beans. I'll dig out the air 
mattress and some blankets. What about your friend?"

"Cindy? You'd have to ask her. She could go either 
way."

"Where'd you meet her, man? She's well out of high 
school, and she doesn't seem like our crowd."

"Movies," I said. "And she's most definitely our crowd. 
Trust me. She's-"

"Shut up, Mike," Cindy said from the kitchen. "Just 
shut up. They'll learn on their own."

"Testy," Jen finished for me.

"Damn right, woman," from Cindy, standing right behind 
Jen, and Jen jumped, startled. Cindy grinned and moved 
in to kiss Jen when she turned, then leaned against the 
door frame that let onto the kitchen while Jason 
laughed. Jen made a face at being kissed and stepped 
away while Cindy looked to the rest of us. "So who else 
is going to show?"

"Kit, probably," Sara said. "Or probably not. He's 
pretty unpredictable about stuff like that."

"Right. So six drinks for right now. What all do you 
want?"

"Got stuff for a tequila sunrise?" Jason asked. Cindy 
nodded and kissed at him, and he raised one hand, first 
and pinky fingers up, and headbanged. "Rock! Those 
things are the shit."

"Sex on the beach!" Jen cried, and made a purring 
sound.

"Kinky girl, check." She grabbed at her crotch when Jen 
wasn't looking and licked her lips at her.

"How right you are!" Jason laughed, and Sara and I did 
the same.

"I'm not even drunk yet," Jen said as she turned, 
putting her hands behind her back and bending forward 
at the waist to peer at Cindy. "Cut the crap until I 
am, pixie bitch." She didn't wait for Cindy's reaction, 
spinning instead and hopping over to drop into the 
recliner.

"Feisty AND kinky," Cindy purred. "Yum!" She grinned 
and looked at Sara and me. "S and M?"

"Holy shit!" Jen cried, bursting out laughing. The rest 
of us did the same while Cindy's grin widened. "Oh my 
god, that's GREAT! S and M!"

"We're never going to get rid of that now," I said, 
pointing accusingly at Cindy when I was able to talk 
again, then started laughing again.

"Lovely, da'ling," she drawled at me, and mimed 
snapping a whip. "That's what I have you listed as on 
my phone. S and M. I love it." She laughed. "So what do 
you want to drink, lovers?"

"What do you have?"

"Tell me what you want and I can tell you if I have it 
or can make it."

I looked at Sara, who shrugged.

"Whatever," she said. "Just don't make it too strong."

"No worries there, gorgeous. Mike?"

"Surprise me."

"Right. Tequila sunrise for the tattoo man, sex on the 
beach for kinky goth grrl, screaming orgasm for the 
nympho, and a bit of whatever for Mr. Man."

"That's MY name for him, damnit!" Kim said from the 
kitchen.

"We can share it, lovely," Cindy said as she turned and 
disappeared back into the kitchen to make drinks. 
Apparently Kim wasn't quite as averse to seeing Cindy 
again as she had been letting on if she was willing to 
accept such endearments from her already.


Chapter 5

Another knock came on the door as the sounds of Cindy 
pulling out bottles and glasses started, and then it 
opened, Kit's voice following.

"None o' you go bitchin' I'm outta the house, hear? 
'cause I'm in one again. It just ain't mine."

"Kit!" Jen cried, launching herself out of the chair 
and bounding into the front hall to greet him.

"Hey girl," Kit laughed, and the sound of Jen's hopping 
preceded the two of them as they came back into the 
living room.

"We had bets going on whether or not you'd show," I 
said to him.

He laughed as he dropped to the floor to sit in front 
of a book shelf, running his fingers through his hair 
to get it out of his face. He was wearing his rings, I 
noticed. Jen reclaimed the recliner.

"Man, you guys have too little faith in me. You really 
think I'd pass up on this?"

"What's your poison, Kit?" Cindy called from the 
kitchen.

"Whoa! Drinks, too?"

"Tell me what you want and I can probably make it."

"Awesome! Gimme a mudsling."

"Mudslide."

"Whatever. Chocolate liquor! Don't care what it's 
called. It's fucking chocolate."

"Mudslide for chocolate boy, check." One of the fridge 
doors opened, then closed again, an ice tray clinking 
on the counter a second later. "Where's the blender, 
goth grrl? I need crushed ice, since you don't have 
vanilla ice cream."

"Hold off on the drinks, woman," Jason called. "Jesus. 
We should at least eat first so we're not drinking on 
empty stomachs."

He climbed to his feet and stepped into the kitchen, 
returning with the pizzas I'd brought and shaking his 
head. He slid the top box onto the floor, the second 
next to it, and set the third beside that. Cindy came 
into the living room as he settled back onto the sofa, 
Kim following behind her and obviously trying to 
refrain from hanging all over her. Cindy had a glass in 
one hand, full of layered alcohol, and she settled on 
the sofa arm next to Sara, Kim taking the floor beside 
her.

"What the hell is that?" Jen asked, peering at the 
drink.

"Sanity's Rainbow," Cindy said, twirling her drink 
slightly. "My own creation. And before you ask, I 
refuse to make it for anyone else here. It'll fuck you 
up if you have no tolerance for alcohol and you'll be 
worshipping the shit pot the rest of the night." She 
studied Kit for a few moments, taking in his long hair, 
rings, fishnets, piercings, and tattered black clothes. 
"You goth people really complicate party games that 
involve removing clothing, you know that?"

Jason laughed as Kit gave Cindy a confused look.

"What the hell would you know about being goth, pixie 
bitch?" Jen demanded.

I could tell immediately that was not a good way to 
have asked that, as Cindy's demeanor changed, hinting 
at the anger I'd seen in her during Sara's birthday 
party. She gave Jen a flat stare and simply held it. 
Either Jen didn't see Cindy preparing for lashing out 
or she was braver or stupider than I had thought to 
remain unphased.

"Gother than thou, my lovely little corset queen," 
Cindy said, snapping each word out. "I've been through 
darkness and pain you would not understand even a bit. 
I doubt you've been abused. I doubt you've been used. I 
doubt you've been gang raped. I doubt you've been an 
addict. I doubt you've had everyone you thought were 
friends turn away from you when you needed them most. I 
doubt you've attempted suicide. I doubt you've ever 
been in a situation where you had no other way out than 
that. I doubt you've been excommunicated from your 
family. I doubt you understand the difference it can 
make being given unconditional love from even one 
person. I doubt you understand the strength it takes to 
refuse to give up after being through literal hell. I 
doubt you understand how much you're scarred after 
being through all of that. Do not talk to me about 
understanding goth, because I've been there and been 
extremely disenchanted. What you call goth is dead to 
me."

Jen, intelligently, was silent to all Cindy had just 
said, but neither did she apologize for being 
confrontational.

"There's more than the angsty crap and the image, ya 
know," Kit said, shifting to sit cross-legged while 
reaching forward and opening each of the pizza boxes. 
"It's philosophical, too, but most people ain't gonna 
see past the image."

"Like our parents," Jason said. "Me and Jen. They 
kicked us both out. Me because I'm this-" he spread his 
arms and pointed at himself, "-and Jen for the same 
reason. Among others."

I gave Jen a quizzical look. That was news to me.

"It didn't exactly help that you basically told them to 
fuck off when they tried to argue with you about going 
to school for tattooing," Jen said.

"When'd they kick you out?" I asked.

"Couple weeks ago. I've been wanting to tell you, but 
you've been too lost in Sara to be reachable, you jack 
ass, so we haven't been able to get together and just 
hang."

"Drop it," Cindy said, sighing and pinching the bridge 
of her nose. "God damn. I came here to have a good time 
and not have to think or get into crap like this. Let's 
just eat, get drunk, and have some fun with games."

"You better be eating something to go with that drink, 
woman," Jason said, counting the stripes in Cindy's 
glass. "I count five different liquors there."

"Give me something and I will," Cindy answered, 
pointing at the supreme. "And there's six. The top 
layer's Bacardi and Morgan's. The others are Irish 
cream, Kahlua, Malibu, and Jäger."

As if that were a cue of some sort, we all grabbed 
pizza and started eating. Cindy nursed her drink while 
she ate, but didn't seem to be at all phased by it, 
since she was able to easily hold up her end of 
whatever conversation she was part of without losing 
any of her wit. Invariably, she managed to take 
whatever topic came up and bring it around to sex, 
which I think started to get on Jen's nerves after a 
time, though not sufficiently that she bitched about 
it. She took to stroking her neck after a few such of 
Cindy's misdirections of topic, which I imagine meant 
she was at least beginning to get distracted with her 
mind getting pulled into the gutter so consistently. 
Likely that's what Cindy wanted, and I thought it 
likely she knew from experience how hard it could be to 
lower a woman's inhibitions.

Mainly we simply talked, probably for about half an 
hour, though I don't remember how long it actually was. 
Kim, though, mostly just sat silently and listened and 
watched (mostly Cindy), quite obviously feeling out of 
place. When she did talk, about half of what she said 
was simply blurted, some random come-on to Cindy, which 
didn't do much to help ease her discomfort any. Nor did 
Cindy's starting to stroke her hair after about ten 
minutes or so, and Kit's curious stare only furthered 
her embarrassment.

Needless to say, Kim's discomposure stayed at a pretty 
constant level of obviousness, and her blush never 
entirely receded. Most of the pizza was gone by the 
time Cindy stood, lifting her now half-drained glass in 
salute, though I noticed she got to her feet somewhat 
slower than normal.


Chapter 6

"I vote that it's time for drinks," she said, pointing 
at each of us in turn as she recited the drinks we'd 
requested. "Tequila sunrise for tattoo man. Sex on the 
beach for goth grrl. Screaming orgasm for nympho. 
Mudslide for goth boi. Mr. Man doesn't care, so you'll 
get one of my own creations. What do you want, lovely?"

That last to Kim, who managed to at least refrain from 
blurting, "You." again. Cindy smiled and held her hand 
out to her.

"I don't know," Kim said, trying to keep her stare from 
wandering up Cindy's skirt. "Never drank before."

"I'll give you a starter, then. Rum and coke. I can mix 
you more later, if you feel up to it."

Kim nodded and stood, managing to avoid taking Cindy's 
hand. She was having an increasingly difficult time in 
avoiding not dragging her down and fucking her right 
there, it seemed. Cindy handed her drink to me to hold 
until she got back, and Kim followed her into the 
kitchen.

"So what's this game you were talking about?" I called 
after her.

"It's called the inhibition game. I first played it 
when I was... too young and stupid to have any. 
Basically it's a cross between spin-the-bottle, truth-
or-dare, and a drinking contest. I'll explain it when 
I'm done making drinks. Goth boi's mudslide is going to 
take the longest."

"How many different liquors did you bring?" Jason asked 
over the sounds of ice being dropped into a blender. 
"You need something like half a dozen just for the 
mudslide, don't you?"

"It depends how you make it. I use three for a 
mudslide. Kahlua, irish cream, and either rum or vodka, 
then crushed ice or vanilla ice cream with a dose of 
chocolate syrup. I brought several bottles of stuff, 
along with the mixers, which should be more than enough 
for everyone here, unless ya'll are experienced 
drinkers, which I doubt. Unless it's maybe tattoo man."

Jason laughed as Cindy started the blender, the roar of 
grinding ice filling the room for a minute.

"Which do you want, goth boi? Vodka or rum?"

"Vodka, girl!" Kit cried. "Vodka! Like it'd be anything 
else."

"Like it's going to matter after it starts kicking in. 
Get your gothic little ass in here and fetch your 
drink. Yours is up next, tattoo man."

"Rock!" Jason laughed as Kit clambered to his feet and 
headed into the kitchen. "Go double on mine."

Cindy laughed. "If it burns, it's your own damn fault." 
A pause, then, "Here. Tattoo man's tequila sunrise."

Kit came wandering back in, a drink in each hand, and 
gave one, a vibrantly yellow affair, to Jason before 
reclaiming his spot in front of the book shelf. Jason 
lifted his glass and peered through it, then lowered it 
and sniffed at it. He drew back and furrowed his brow, 
then took a sip and puckered and coughed.

"Oh man. That's going to be hell."

"It's your own damn fault," Cindy said again. The 
sounds of clinking glass were interspersed with her 
words as she talked. "So what are the ground rules 
going to be for this game? I don't imagine-" a pause, 
"-that any of the guys would be willing to go down on 
each other, even if they're blazing drunk." Bottles 
being pulled from ice. "And I think the same could be 
said for Kim. What else should we add to the list of 
taboos for the game? Keep in mind all rules must be set 
before the game begins, so if it's not added now, it's 
not off limits later if it comes up."

"I'm not doing anything with another woman," Jen said, 
making a face.

"And nothing sexual between family members," Sara 
added, and I felt her glance toward the kitchen from 
her perch on my shoulder.

"Check and check," from Cindy, followed by the sound of 
a metal lid of some sort dropping to the counter.

"What's that for?" Kim asked.

"Mr. Man's drink. I call it a pussy slammer."

Sara and I both burst into laughter hearing that, 
joined a second later by Jen and Jason. Kit simply 
grinned.

"I thought you'd get a kick out of that. I'm missing 
part of the drink, though. It's supposed to be topped 
with a cherry with a banana Runts stuck in it. Some 
more subtle innuendo there." Cindy came back in, a 
drink in each hand. One was a pinkish orange thing with 
ice and a straw, which she handed to Jen, and the other 
was a slushy pinkish red, which was mine. "Mind that 
it's a bit sour. I used frozen juice mix, so it'll be a 
bit strong."

"What's in it?" I asked, swirling the drink and 
sniffing at it. It was sweet, very citrusy, and had a 
hint of coconut to it.

"Frozen pink lemonade, coconut rum, and melon liqueur. 
Awesome drink. Except for Kim's rum and coke, 
everyone's got high alcohol drinks, so I'm going to 
caution against downing them very quickly, unless ya'll 
have good tolerances for drinking like I said earlier. 
We'll be drinking quite enough during the game." She 
turned full circle, looking at everyone in turn. "Ok. 
So... I need to make your screaming orgasm and Kim's 
rum and coke, and then everyone will have their drinks. 
Cool."

She turned back to the kitchen and almost fell over as 
she ran into Kim, who had come up behind her. Kim 
caught her and Cindy stepped into her again once she'd 
caught her balance, surprising everyone, Kim included, 
by wrapping her arms around Kim's waist and pressing 
against her, giving her a full-on kiss. Kim's surprise 
vanished after only a second, and she attacked Cindy's 
mouth with hers as if her life depended on it, moving a 
hand up and twining it through Cindy's hair to press 
her harder into the kiss.

"Whoa now," Kit laughed. Except for Jen, everyone else 
did too, but for me, it was more because of Jen's 
expression. She was literally gawking, her mouth 
hanging open, and then she just covered her eyes, 
shaking her head.

"Can't you at least wait until I'm drunk to start 
that?" she asked, getting everyone laughing again. 
"Jason watches that-"

"Hey!" Jason cut in, laughing even harder. "Everyone 
knows guys have porn collections. It's not like it 
needs to be spoken."

"You mean I'm not enough for you?" Jen stuck her tongue 
out at Jason, now oblivious of Kim and Cindy kissing, 
though it appeared Cindy was now attempting to pull Kim 
off her.

Jason grinned and kissed at his sister, with an, "Oh, 
babe, you're so hot I could light a black candle from 
here."

"Kiss my ass, freak," she laughed, climbing out of the 
recliner and shoving Kim and Cindy back toward the 
kitchen. "Go finish the drinks, pixie bitch, and try to 
keep your lesbian love action on hold until I'm drunk 
and won't remember it."

Cindy was still having a hell of a time trying to 
extricate herself from Kim, who seemed to have fused 
herself to her mouth. Cindy managed to direct their 
stumble from Jen's shove so that Kim ended up against 
the door jam of the kitchen, which allowed Cindy to 
free one of her hands and shove it down the front of 
Kim's shorts. Kim immediately pulled out of the kiss 
with a wide-eyed gasp, then clutched hard to Cindy, 
shaking violently as she squirmed and muttered 
incoherent streams of, "Shit. God. Fuck. Gah." She 
slowly slumped against Cindy, breathing heavily and 
twitching as Cindy withdrew her hand.


Chapter 7

"I'll pretend I didn't just see that," Jen said 
blandly.

"Go sit down, lovely," she said gently, ignoring Jen, 
and Kim nodded, looking entirely dazed. "I'll bring 
your drink out in a minute."

She removed Kim's hands from her and stepped back into 
the kitchen, leaving Kim standing absently. She started 
moving after a few moments, stumbling over to where 
she'd been sitting before and collapsing to the floor 
with a thud.

"You ok?" I asked her.

"I..." she started, turning her attention to the 
kitchen. "Yeah. I'm..."

"Well fucked," Sara said, to which Kim only managed a 
nod and a weak, "Yeah." "We told you she'd only need to 
touch you."

"So what's goin on here?" Kit asked. "You two 
girlfriends or somethin?"

"Just friends with benefits, goth boi," Cindy said, and 
I noticed a big difference in her tone now. "Though 
after what I did to her, I really don't deserve her."

I looked at Sara, who nodded and pulled away so I could 
get up. I climbed out of the couch, handed her my and 
Cindy's drinks, and headed into the kitchen. Cindy was 
in front of the counter, pulling out a bottle of coke 
from her cooler and looking through the ranks of the 
other bottles she had out already, and I moved up 
behind her, slipping my arms around her waist. She 
tensed a bit before relaxing again and settling back 
against me, whispering, "Hi."

"What happened?" Kit called.

"I did a lot of stupid things I shouldn't have," she 
answered as I turned her face toward me. I frowned a 
bit at the wet tracks down her cheeks and brushed them 
away, and she set her bottles down again to turn and 
cling to me, pressing her face into my shoulder. I 
lightly kissed her cheek as someone started up some 
sort of jazzy music on the stereo. Cindy laughed a bit.

"Voodoo Sex Stuff," she said softly. "I haven't heard 
them in ages."

"What's wrong?" I asked quietly to keep from being 
heard in the living room. I started running my fingers 
through her hair and down her back, and she began 
crying again, silent.

"I haven't done anything to deserve you three," she 
whispered. "I've been such a bitch to both you and Kim, 
but you've stuck around. That... I don't know. I don't 
know what I'm trying to say. But thank you. Thank you. 
From the bottom of my heart, thank you. You have no 
idea how much I'd been dreading seeing Kim again, 
after... after what happened. I was afraid she'd still 
hate me and not want to listen to me, but she wanted 
to. That's what we were talking about earlier. She's 
still pissed off because of what I did, but you and 
Sara... you managed to at least convince her a bit 
there was more to me than just the fuck lust and the 
bitch queen."

"That's a long time for simple drinks," Jen said, 
peeking into the kitchen. I looked at her and shook my 
head. At least her expression indicated she grasped 
what was going on here. "Sorry. I didn't know I would 
be intruding. I'll just be sipping." She ducked back 
into the living room, but reappeared a second later. 
"It's very good, by the way, Cindy. Thank you."

Cindy nodded against my shoulder and waved a hand at 
Jen, who disappeared again. She drew in a deep breath 
and let it out in a long sigh, then lifted her head and 
wiped at her eyes.

"Pixie bitch indeed," she muttered. "All attitude and 
then gets conciliatory when she realizes the damage 
done." She looked at me, eyes on mine. "Can you do 
something for me tonight? Do me a huge, huge favor?"

"What do you need?"

"Keep me in line tonight. I've not been on my meds for 
about two weeks now. Didn't want to be drinking while 
they were in my system. Tried that once before and it 
wasn't fun at all, so I don't want to do it again. So 
I'm going to be moody. I don't think I'll be as bad as 
I was when you first met me, but I don't... I don't 
want to risk that. I want to be a better person than 
what I am. Than what I have been."

She frowned and grimaced, wiping away tears before they 
had a chance to start, and I nodded, giving her a 
gentle kiss.

"I can do that for you, but it'll be me as much as 
Sara."

She smiled wanly and pulled my face close to hers, 
whispering, "Thank you." before giving me a slow kiss, 
running her tongue over my lips. Though I didn't have 
any real sexual interest in Cindy at that point, 
considering she already had a boyfriend, and Sara and 
Kim on top of that, I was by no means hesitant about 
returning her kiss.

And damn, she could kiss. I dropped my arms down to her 
waist as she pressed against me, draping her arms 
around my neck, while she danced her lips over mine, 
drawing back in tease whenever I moved forward. When 
she did linger, she traced her tongue over my lips, 
letting our lips part slowly, and then she moved in 
again, opening the kiss a little more, building it in 
steps. I just followed her lead, having never done 
anything like it with Sara, but I picked up on what she 
was doing pretty quickly. She wasn't wanting it hard 
and fiery, so I gave her tender and passionate, and she 
slowly relaxed against me, purring softly into my mouth 
as we twined our tongues together.

I don't know how long we just stood there kissing, but 
it was probably not anywhere near as long as it seemed, 
because it felt like it had been at least half an hour. 
She pulled back slowly and gave me a searching look, 
tracing her fingertips over my check and temple to up 
behind my ear.

"I really hope Sara knows what she's managed to catch 
with you," she said quietly. "I've only met two other 
guys who can do what you just did. One's Aaron and the 
other I lost because I didn't recognize what I had with 
him, and I hurt him so badly."

She drew in a deep breath and squeezed her eyes shut, 
pinching the bridge of her nose. I ssshhh'ed and kissed 
her forehead.

"It's ok."

"We having a love fest in here?" Sara asked, causing 
Cindy to jump, startled. I looked over at her, 
surprised. I hadn't heard her come in. She smiled and 
moved forward, putting her arms around the both of us 
and giving us each a kiss. "And I do know what I have 
with Mike. If I hadn't before, what he's done since we 
met you has made me see it." Cindy smiled a bit. "But 
if you want him, you'll have to pay me."

"What? Why the fuck should-"

Sara silenced her with a finger and shook her head, 
smiling.

"Listen, hon. Listen. I want you to pay me by teaching 
me how to kiss like that. That was... I don't think 
there are any words for it."

Cindy laughed, a genuine laugh, and turned from me to 
Sara, hugging her tight.

"Oh, Sara," she said, still laughing. "For you, I can 
do that. For both of you, I can do that, since it's 
kind of a useless skill if you can't use it with 
someone." She gave her a kiss. "But it will have to be 
later. Now's not the time for it. I still need to make 
drinks for you and Kim, and then it's game time. 
There's still a few things I need to explain about it."


Chapter 8

Sara's drink was indeed simple, and Cindy sipped at 
Kim's to make sure it wasn't too strong. She handed 
Sara's to her, and the three of us wandered back into 
the living room. Voodoo Sex Stuff had long since 
shuffled into other music, and something off Tool's 
Lateralus album was playing by the time we'd all 
settled again. Cindy stared at the mostly empty boxes 
of pizza while she absently rolled her glass between 
her hands. No one spoke, so we were obviously waiting 
for her.

"Ok," she said after a minute, shaking her head rapidly 
and shivering. "Does anyone have anything else to add 
to the list of taboos?"

"No playing with body wastes," Jason added after a 
moment. "Fuck of a job to get cleaned up, and it's just 
disgusting."

"Agreed. I've never been into that stuff, either, even 
with everything I've done." She looked at Kit. "What 
about you, goth boi? Anything to add that hasn't been?"

Kit thought, taking a sip of his mudslide.

"Nothing non-consensual," he said. "If it's gonna be 
fun, everyone's gotta want to, 'cause otherwise it just 
kills the enjoyment."

Cindy blinked, then raised a hand.

"I vote we make that one inviolate. Show of hands?"

She looked around, everyone raising a hand, Jason 
raising his drink on high and crying, "Hear hear!" Kim 
was the only one who hadn't raised a hand, apparently 
still too dazed to really be listening to anything, and 
Cindy prodded her. Kim turned to her with a, "Hm?"

"What do you vote for everything during the game having 
to be consensual?" Cindy asked her.

"Nah," Kim said, shaking her head. "You can rape me any 
time you want." She grinned and bit Cindy's thigh while 
everyone laughed.

"You can't rape the willing, lovely." She twined some 
fingers through Kim's hair, then looked at me, taking 
another sip from her drink. "What about you, Mr. Man? 
Anything to add?"

I considered, staring off somewhere between Jen and Kit 
while sampling my drink. It was as advertised, quite 
good and definitely sour. I puckered and took another 
drink. I had a guess as to what the game was about, 
given the name, and though I didn't really care for it, 
I was going over the likelihood of anyone here saying 
something about anything that was likely to happen as 
we progressed from sober to stupid and uncoordinated.

Jen and Jason I'd known for years - ever since I'd met 
Jen in grade school - so I knew the chances of them 
spreading events around were pretty low. Likewise with 
Sara and Kim, though I'd known them for not nearly as 
long. They had their own reasons for not talking about 
things. Cindy certainly wouldn't, except maybe Aaron. 
Kit was the only person I thought might talk, but it 
wouldn't be to anyone that I didn't also know. Which is 
where the problems came in, because I knew for certain 
that some of those same people had no ability to keep 
secrets. Jen and I had tested it once by starting false 
rumors about each other.

"What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas," I said, 
looking at Kit. Not the smartest of things to do, but I 
did it anyway.

"Man, you already know everyone I would tell," he said. 
"What the fuck's with that?"

"It's not you I'm worried about. You can talk about it 
all you like with anyone here right now. I don't care. 
It's the people who aren't here that don't need to 
know. You remember the rumors about me and Jen from 
last year, about how she loved to fuck me and Jason, or 
about me being caught with a blow-up doll in my 
locker?"

"Yeah. But they were so stupid no one'd believe 'em. 
You know that."

"That was the point. It was me and Jen who started 
them."

"What the fuck?" Jen and I both laughed at Kit's 
expression as he looked back and forth between the two 
of us. "You can't be serious?"

"It's true," Jen said. "We were bored and getting tired 
of the rumor mill, so we handed out some false rumors 
to some people we knew talk a lot to see how fast it 
spread. It only took two or three days."

"I don't think they got the point, though," I said, 
shaking my head.

"Like they would," Cindy cut in. "Which doesn't matter. 
You only cure gossip by ignoring it. But yes, that's 
another good rule for the game. We should probably also 
make that one inviolate, because it's a matter of 
respect and privacy. Vote?" Everyone raised a hand this 
time, and she nodded and continued. "Ok. Now that we 
have the ground rules, the most important thing to 
remember about the inhibition game is the meaning of 
its name. It's called the inhibition game because the 
point is to break down inhibitions. Except for the two 
we just voted as inviolate, the rest of the rules that 
have been set are inhibitions. So that makes them prime 
targets, but that doesn't mean they're the only things 
that should be focused on. Does that all make sense?"

She nodded at everyone's agreement, then attempted to 
slide off the arm of the couch to sit on the floor, 
stumbling as she did and swearing. She somehow managed 
to not spill any of her drink, even when she thudded 
down next to Kim. She blinked stupidly and stared at 
her drink.

"Well. That's a bit stronger than I usually make it, 
apparently." She laughed and muttered, setting her 
glass aside. "Ok. Um... Can someone a little more 
coordinated than me get an empty bottle?"

"I'll do a few steps better," Jason said, setting his 
drink on the lamp stand next to him. "I'll be back in a 
sec."

He leapt out of the couch and headed down the hall. 
Tool gave way to Delerium on the cd player as he 
reappeared, two vibrators in each hand, and Cindy fell 
over laughing as he dropped them by the pizza boxes. 
Kit gathered the boxes as he closed them up and tossed 
them neatly into the kitchen.

"Oh fuck," Cindy moaned, Jason reclaiming his spot on 
the sofa while she crawled back into a sitting 
position. "Ow. That was funny. Definitely better than a 
bottle. But only one can spin." She reached forward and 
grabbed the single plain vib, twisting the bottom to 
turn it on. She purred and grinned at Kim as she sucked 
on the top of it, making Kim's blush return with a 
vengeance.

"You're a devil," Sara laughed.

"Devil with a halo," Cindy giggled, turning the vib off 
and setting it in the middle of the floor, clearing 
away the other three vibs. "Everyone knows how to play 
spin the bottle? Or... vibrator, I guess this version 
is. Everybody on the floor! Chop! Chop chop!"

We did, eventually settling in a rough circle, Cindy, 
me, Sara, Jason, Jen, Kit, Kim, and back to Cindy, with 
Kim just about draped over Cindy.

"Ok. To make this fair-" Cindy pointed at Jen and Kit, 
"-everyone has to strip down to only five items of 
clothing. Jewelry doesn't count, and bra and panties 
count seperately." Kit shrugged and pulled off one of 
his shirts, and Jen unlaced her boots, tossing them 
behind her next to the recliner. Cindy nodded and 
continued, leaning forward and spinning the vib. 
"Truth-or-dare variation is..." She laughed as the vib 
stopped, pointing at Sara. "The person chosen by our 
fun little friend here decides truth or dare-"

"Truth," Sara interjected.

"-and if the person chosen by the almighty vibrator 
here chooses truth-" she kissed at Sara, "-then two 
things happen. First is the spinner must take a drink 
of their devil juice, and the chosen target must remove 
an item of clothing. The second is the usual truth-or-
dare stuff. If the target of the vib chooses dare, then 
they have to take a drink and the spinner takes off 
some clothes. So!" She slapped the floor next to her, 
looking around for her drink while Sara untied her 
sandals and set them behind her. "Truth... Truth... Oh! 
One other thing! If either the truth or the dare can be 
considered to lead to something sexual, then the target 
of the vib must take a drink, even if they already did 
because of taking a dare. Is that all clear?"

"Might be too much to remember when we're all wasted," 
Jason observed, then laughed. "Of course we probably 
won't care by then, either."

"Exactly!" Cindy laughed and took a drink and looked at 
Sara. "Ok. Truth?"

"Yeah," Sara agreed.

"Who was your first real crush and why? And no topic is 
off limits, by the way, even if it's ridiculous."

Sara blinked and blushed, dropping her gaze to her lap, 
muttering, "Kermit."

Jen laughed and clapped her hands.

"Kermit's fucking awesome!" she cried, leaning forward. 
"I love Kermit! Why'd you have a crush on him?"

"Very sexy voice." Her blush deepened, turning her a 
bright red. "I would daydream about him holding me and 
just talking, and that... um..."

"It got you hot and bothered?" Kit said, doing a 
perfect Kermit voice, and Sara giggled and nodded, then 
immediately shook her head, giggling even more. We all 
laughed, and Kit kept going. "A green muppet, running 
his hands all over your young skin, talking about all 
the naughty things he would do to you, and then he 
would put his hands between your legs and play games 
with you."

"God..." She was now a vibrant red, and she turned and 
buried her face in my shoulder, unable to stop 
giggling.

"I think she definitely needs to take another drink for 
that," Jason said, grinning.

"And Kit for contributing," I added, and Kit laughed 
and raised his glass, then took a drink.


Chapter 9

"Whenever you're ready, sexy," Cindy crooned to Sara.

I slid a hand under Sara's shirt and grabbed one of her 
breasts, teasing her nipple through her bra to quiet 
her giggling. She came back to herself pretty quickly, 
then seized my hand to get me to stop.

"Damnit, you," she breathed, then kissed me hard. "It 
hurts when you get them that hard and I have a bra on. 
And yes, it worked to stop my giggling, so shut up."

She laughed and pulled my hand from under her shirt, 
taking a drink. She looked around at everyone, then 
leaned forward and spun the vib. The music switched 
again while it was spinning, Ayumi Hamazaki pouring 
from the speakers now, and the vib stopped between Kit 
and Jen.

"Ooh! I get both of you! Haha!"

Kit and Jen looked at each other, some unspoken 
agreement, and then laughed.

"You really sure you wanna do that, Sara?" Kit asked, 
grinning.

Sara just winked at him, and Kit's grin grew even wider 
while Jen cackled.

"Dare!" they both cried at the same time, and it took a 
few seconds for everyone to register what that meant. 
Kit couldn't stop grinning, nor Jen laughing, even as 
they took drinks.

"Two more items of Sara's clothing - gone!" Jason threw 
in, almost falling over as he laughed.

"Fucking hell," Sara exclaimed, laughing. "That's what 
I get for not thinking first." She peeled her shirt 
off, bundled it, and threw it at Kit. She grinned at 
him as she stood, hooking her fingers under the top hem 
of her shorts. "Your dare, kermit boy, is not touch 
yourself for the rest of the game."

"Devil woman!" He laughed, though. "And if I do?"

"Remove an item of clothing and take a penalty drink," 
Cindy said, and kissed at him. "Or take two penalty 
drinks, if you're already naked. AND-" She held up a 
finger, "-you must take another dare, and you MUST do 
it." She winked at him this time.

"Shit. But Sara's lost most of her clothes already. We 
got some eye candy now!"

"Take another drink, goth boi," Cindy grinned. "No 
masturbating for you, and that meets the sex criteria."

"Hey! That ain't gonna lead anywhere if I can't jerk 
off. That ain't sexual at all. No drink, sex lady." He 
winked at her, and Jason laughed.

"Touché!"

"Your dare, Jen..." Sara started again, undoing the top 
button of her shorts.

She swayed forward while she unzipped them, stopping in 
front of the pile of other vibs and rocking her hips 
side to side to make her shorts slide down her hips to 
her feet. She stepped out of them and bent at the waist 
as she spun, legs spread, giving everyone a good view 
of her ass and panty covered pussy. Naturally, she was 
wearing see through panties, so there wasn't much 
anyone needed to imagine. Cindy purred while Jason and 
Kit uttered, "Nice...", and she stayed bent over much 
longer than she really needed to. She spun as she 
straightened, ending up with her ankles crossed as she 
faced Jen, holding a ridged vib with multiple speeds. 
She was grinning, and I had to adjust myself in my 
pants after her little show.

"Your dare-" She swayed over to Jen, vib held between 
her breasts. "-is to keep this in you as deep as it 
will go, while it's on this setting-" She clicked it 
on, then clicked it again so it was on medium buzz. "-
until someone replaces it with something else."

Jen's eyes widened as she drew in a sharp breath and 
whimpered, squeezing her legs together. She shot a 
hopeful look at Cindy.

"Can I pass on that?" she pleaded.

"If you're willing to follow the penalty rules," Cindy 
said, snatching up Sara's shorts and sniffing at them, 
then handing them over to Kim. "Take a drink, lose some 
clothing, and take another dare that you must follow."

Jen whined, shrinking away from the vib Sara was 
holding in her cleavage. Ayumi Hamazaki shuffled into 
Porcupine Tree and Jen made her decision, stripping off 
her socks and taking a swig of her drink. She coughed a 
bit, then looked up at Sara, letting out a long breath.

"Dare me, girl."

Sara grinned and immediately dropped onto Jen's lap, 
straddling her and dropping the vib in front of Kit, 
who turned it off. Sara draped her arms around Jen's 
shoulders.

"Kiss me like you mean it," Sara said, almost laughing.

"Oh, you are so fucking evil," Jen growled while Cindy 
and Jason laughed.

"Clever!" from Jason and "Drink!" from Cindy. Sara held 
a hand out behind her, not turning away from Jen, and I 
passed her her drink. Jen swore quietly while Sara took 
a drink, then picked up her own drink and took a giant 
gulp of it, coughing hard once she'd downed that.

"Fuck, that burns," she breathed, still coughing while 
she set her drink down. She set her forehead against 
Sara's shoulder while she got her wind back, then came 
back up and looked at her. "This is the ONLY time I'm 
going to do this."

Sara just shrugged and smiled.

"Shut up and kiss me," she said, laughing.

She grabbed Jen's head and dove in, planting her mouth 
on Jen's before she could say anything more. Jen's eyes 
widened and she made a sound of protest, muffled by 
Sara, before shoving her away, grimacing.

"If you're going to be that way about it, let me lead," 
Jen said, making a face and wiping at her mouth. 
"Fucking pushy, you little wench."

Sara lifted her eyebrows and moved Jen's arms up to 
rest on her shoulders, saying, "Lead away, goth grrl." 
She shifted and wrapped her legs around Jen's waist and 
her arms around her chest, and Jen tensed.

"Jesus. You're fucking freaking me out, Sara. What the 
hell's with this?"

"Rules of the game, isn't it?"

Jen furrowed her brow and shoved Sara's arms down, then 
shook. She looked at Sara, rubbing her hands over her 
own arms.

"You're bi, aren't you?"


Chapter 10

Sara blinked several times, obviously caught off guard 
by that. I was too, for that matter. I knew Jen was 
quick to pick up on personality nuances and the like, 
but even so, she still surprised me sometimes with how 
easily or how quickly she did so, even without much 
basis for her observations.

"You wouldn't be so willing to kiss me so readily, 
otherwise," she continued. "Would you?" She gave Sara a 
searching look.

"Does it matter?" Sara returned, leaning down to kiss 
Jen, but Jen pulled back.

"I told you to fucking let me lead." She smacked Sara's 
ass. "It does matter to me. Yes or no?"

"Um... Kind of..."

"Kind of?" Jen furrowed her brow even more. "What is 
that? A 'Yes, but...'?"

"You want details about what me and her did a few days 
after her birthday?" Cindy asked. She grinned and 
lifted her drink at Jen as she looked over.

"Uh... No. I'll pass, thank you. Your finger fuck with 
Kim was quite more than I wanted to see."

"Hell no!" Kit laughed. "I wanna see more of that!"

"Oh, shut up," Jen countered, but it got her to laugh, 
too. "I wasn't meaning you. Of course you'd want to see 
more. You're a guy."

"So give us some more," I said, and grinned at her. 
"You want to torture Kit, don't you? Remember Sara's 
dare?"

"God damnit," Kit muttered while Jen threw her head 
back and laughed.

"I hadn't thought of that!" she said, then put her arms 
around Sara's neck again and dragged her down for a 
kiss.

Sara purred and wrapped her legs even more around Jen's 
waist while pressing into her. Jen grabbed the back of 
her head and held her locked in the kiss, her other 
hand straying downward and unclasping Sara's bra. Sara 
gave a muted cry of protest, which was replaced a 
second later with a tortured moan as Jen took hold of 
one of her nipples and started playing with it. Sara 
clutched at Jen's shoulders, clenching her fingers in 
Jen's shirt and moaning while she teased her nipple.

I glanced at Kim to see how she was taking this and saw 
she was looking away. I nudged Cindy and nodded at Kim 
when she looked over. She glanced at Kim, gave me a 
nod, then pulled her over, whispering in her ear. Kim 
frowned a bit and nodded, and Cindy leaned down, giving 
her a slow kiss.

"What the fuck?" Kit said. "Now we've got two scenes to 
watch. I can't look two places at once, ya know. I 
ain't a chameleon."

Jason and I laughed, and Sara managed to finally break 
out of her kiss with Jen and dive into her shoulder, 
biting and shaking. Jen winced and drew in a sharp 
breath, pinching and twisting hard on Sara's nipple, 
eliciting a loud cry from Sara, before letting her go. 
Sara panted, still shaking, as she pulled away from 
Jen.

"And I thought you said you're not into women," Sara 
said.

"I'm not. Just because I know how to make it feel good 
doesn't mean I am. It just means I know how to do the 
same on myself." She blinked in surprise and then went 
red, burying her face in her hands at her inadvertent 
admission that she masturbated. "God damnit..."

Sara laughed, leaning down and lightly biting Jen's 
neck before refastening her bra and crawling back to 
where she'd been sitting next to me. Damn, but she 
looked good doing that, and she caught my look before 
she'd reached her spot again. She grinned and crawled 
up to me instead, settling on my lap and giving me a 
deep kiss, and I bit her lip as she pulled back. She 
purred and turned around, still on my lap, then twisted 
and leaned in next to my ear when she saw Kim and Cindy 
kissing.

"That bothered Kim, didn't it?" she whispered, and I 
nodded. She sighed. "I need to remember to be more 
careful about what I do like that, apparently."

"She'll be ok," I whispered back. "Just be sure to make 
it up to her later."

She nodded, then bit my earlobe before turning back to 
the group. Kit was still enrapt with watching Kim and 
Cindy, who were still kissing, and it looked like they 
were slowly falling over, Kim bound to end up under 
Cindy.

"Ahem!" Jen proclaimed, grabbing the vib from Kit, who 
protested, and throwing it at Kim and Cindy. "We're 
ready to continue, if you're so inclined."

Cindy jumped out of the kiss when the vib hit her and 
spun fast, ending up falling over. She sat up again, 
slowly, breathing out a tentative, "Whoo..." as she 
did.

"Fuck the game," Kim said, obviously dazed. She leaned 
over and helped Cindy sit up, but never took her hands 
away once that had been accomplished.

"I do believe that's the end result," Jason said, and 
laughed.

"Your spin, Kit," Jen said, smacking him in the arm. 
"Add some craziness to our adventure."

"Man, we're already crazy," he said. He raised both 
hands, first and last fingers up, and head banged to 
the techno that was playing now. "F-R-E-E-Z-E-P-O-P! 
Freezepop forever! Yeah!" He clapped his hands together 
and tossed his head back, getting his hair out of his 
face again. "A'ight. Spin time. Wheel of Fortune will 
be shamed by my crappy spin skillz!"

He leaned forward and spun the vib while Cindy giggled. 
And he was right. It WAS a bad spin, and everyone 
laughed as it stopped, pointing at him.

"I think he should be penalized for such a crappy 
spin," Sara said, leaning back and supporting herself 
on her arms. She was wearing a see-through bra, too, I 
noticed, really leaving nothing to the imagination. I'm 
sure if Cindy hadn't been there, Kim would have been 
staring just as much as Kit was, which I'm sure would 
have taken some pretty ingenious explaining to make it 
not seem weird.

"Definitely," I laughed, accompanied by "Drink!" from 
Jen and "Hear hear!" from Jason.

"Hell yeah!" Cindy cried. "There's gotta be at least 
one person other than me who's drunk." She slapped the 
floor beside her. "Drink, goth boi. Bad spin! Bad!" She 
broke down into more giggles with that and collapsed 
against Kim. "Oh Jesus, I'm fucked up. This isn't 
fair!" She slapped her thighs a few times in 
frustration and sat up again. "My alcohol tolerance is 
so fucking gone."

Kit, apparently, took that as invitation to down half 
his drink, and Cindy furrowed her brow.

"Fuck, boy. Go easy on that. I don't use cheap shit 
when I make drinks. That'll fuck you up faster than you 
think."

Kit laughed and said, "You're the one falling over 
sitting down and you're tellin' me to slow down?"

"Damn fucking right I am." Her angry side was coming 
out again. "You go through the shit I've been through 
and see if you don't fucking think the same."

"Cindy," I said.

"What?" she snapped at me as she spun toward me.

"Easy."

I held her look, and now that I knew her a little 
better, I could see her mood shift. She dropped her 
eyes from mine after a few seconds and nodded. I caught 
Jen's curious look and shook my head a bit. I'd explain 
later. Either that or Cindy would, in some way. Kit 
leaned forward and started the vib spinning again, with 
"Spin, my little vibrator friend, spin!" And spin it 
did. It didn't stop for probably a minute, and ended up 
pointing at Cindy.

"Truth," she said immediately, scrutinizing Kit.

"Clothing," Kit answered back, almost as quickly.

"I'll get to it. What's the truth you want?"

Kit rested his chin on a fist, his elbow on one of his 
knees, as he studied Cindy.

"First time having sex," he said after a moment.


Chapter 11

She pulled into herself, mentally, staring at the vib 
in the middle of our group, and then took her sandals 
off. She set them absently behind her and closed her 
eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Where's my drink?" she asked, turning her head a bit 
toward Kim. Kim grabbed it and put it in Cindy's hand, 
and Cindy took a drink before continuing. "First time 
with a guy, I was twelve. It was the neighbor boy, and 
my parents had him over babysitting me and my sister 
for the night. He was... seventeen, I think. A senior 
in high school, anyway. I'd been curious about sex for 
a while by then, so I got him to play doctor with me 
after my sister was in bed. He got me off a few times 
and I sucked him off once before I let him fuck me. It 
hurt like hell that first time, but I played with some 
candles a few times the next couple of weeks until that 
went away, and I let him do it again a few times after 
that." She kept her attention focused on the vib, I 
noticed. She took another drink.

"First time with a woman was when I was fourteen. It 
was because of this game, actually. I was at a party 
with my best friend at the time, drinking and smoking, 
and she ended up daring me to have sex with her as a 
penalty dare, so I had to do it. I wasn't really into 
women then, but she was good in bed. Found out later 
she'd had a crush on me for years, and then fell in 
love with me, so she took advantage of that when I got 
drunk at the party. We had sex a few times a month for 
about a year, and then she started fucking with my 
relationship with my boyfriend. We didn't stay friends 
for long after that, and my boyfriend didn't stick 
around much longer than that, either." She sighed and 
drew her legs up, hugging them and taking another drink 
before she looked around at everyone.

"How extreme are all of you with your fetish 
interests?"

"Cindy," I said gently, and she turned to me.

I had a feeling she was being masochistic doing this 
and it was just going to make her even moodier than I 
knew she was already prone to be. I scooted over to 
her, the first vestiges of the alcohol giving itself 
away as everything felt like it moved much more than it 
should have, and pulled her into me, wrapping my arms 
around her. She set her drink down and slipped her own 
arms around me, burying her face in my shoulder while I 
held her and the world regained its balance.

"It's ok," I whispered to her.

"It still hurts," she whispered back. "I loved her, 
Mike. She was a sister to me and more. I broke inside 
when we fell apart."

"I know. It's ok." I didn't know what else there was I 
could say to that. There probably isn't anything that 
can really be said to that, other than those two 
phrases, but I had to come up with something, because 
if I didn't, she was going to break down entirely, if 
past experience was a good guide. "But you still have 
other people who love you. You have your sister. You 
have Aaron. And you have Sara and Kim and me, who are 
willing to give that a chance, that we might have 
something deeper than just friendship. So you lost a 
friend years ago, but you have other friends now who 
are here for you."

"I've heard that before and it's only been words. I 
don't know if you'll still be here a month from now."

"Have we given any indication we won't be?"

She was quiet for a minute, then drew in a deep breath 
and pulled back, shaking her head.

"You can't promise me, though."

"No. I can't." Brutally honest, I know, but it was the 
only answer that would work.

"You ok?" Jen asked.

Cindy shook her head and pinched the bridge of her 
nose, closing her eyes.

"I'm never ok, but I'll be all right." She grimaced and 
clenched her other hand into a fist, digging her nails 
into her palm. She looked over at Kim as she loosened 
her hand. "Do me a favor, lovely. Please."

"Sex?" Kim answered, and then put on an innocent look, 
which got a bit of a smile from Cindy.

"Not yet, lovely. Not yet. Later. I promise. I want you 
to go empty my drink. I've had too much."

"You needing to pass out?" from Jason.

Kim picked up what remained of Cindy's drink and downed 
it, then broke into a coughing fit, falling over. Cindy 
blinked at her, oblivious of what Jason had just said, 
and crawled over to Kim, gathering her in her arms. Kim 
took several deep breaths, her eyes watery with a few 
stray drops falling free.

"Jesus christ..." she breathed. "Fuck. What the hell 
was that? That was nasty."

"That was mostly Jägermeister. Might have been a bit of 
Irish cream or Kahlua left, but it was mostly Jäger. 
Supposed to have finished the rest of the drink first 
so you're too drunk by the time you hit the Jäger to 
care what it tastes like straight, you silly girl. Now 
chase it with your rum and coke, if you want to get rid 
of the taste."

"Chase it?"

"Take a drink."

"Ok!" Kim bounced and took a big swig from her rum and 
coke.

"Well," Jason laughed. "It looks like those two are 
going to be in the lead for drunkenness." He took a 
drink from his and coughed. "Hoi! It's your spin, 
Cindy. Think you can manage it?"

"Is that a dare, tattoo man?" Cindy shot back with a 
grin, just about falling over as she turned to look at 
him. "I can be coordinated if I need to be."

"Then spin, girl! We're moving at glacial speed here. 
We should all be shit-faced and having a drunken orgy 
by now." He laughed again.

"We're halfway there," Jen said. "Or at least half of 
us are."

"Shut up and let me spin, damnit," Cindy muttered.

She gathered herself into a state of focus, shivering 
once, violently, then reached forward and set the vib 
spinning. It stopped on me, and I gave a bemused laugh, 
looking at my drink. Half gone already? I hadn't even 
noticed I'd been drinking it that quickly, and it was 
only kind of kicking in. Or at least that I noticed, 
anyway.

"What'll it be, Mr. Man?" Cindy grinned and poked me in 
the shoulder.

I laughed and downed about half of what I had left of 
my drink, then grinned at her.

"Shit. Making me think. Bastard." She reached behind 
her, lifting her shirt up, and fumbled with the catch 
on her bra. "And try to undo my damn bra when I'm too 
fucking drunk to hold onto it. God damnit..."

Kim, unsurprisingly, came to the rescue, pulling Cindy 
over sideways to lean on her. She put one arm around 
Cindy's stomach and undid her bra with her other hand 
while she nibbled on Cindy's neck. Cindy purred and 
smiled, tilting her head to the side to give Kim more 
skin to bite at, and Kim worked her way up to Cindy's 
mouth, locking her in a kiss.

"Ahem!" once again from Jen, making Cindy jump. "Mike's 
dare, please."

The two of them didn't entirely stop kissing, even 
while Cindy tried to talk.

"I - want. Damnit, Kim. Mmm. Mike, I - I dare you. Stop 
it! Kim! Fuck."

She grabbed Kim, dragged her over, and shoved her over 
onto her back, wrapping her arms around her and giving 
her a full on kiss as she ended up on top of her. Kim 
immediately twined her legs through Cindy's and slid 
her arms around her, holding tight to her. Cindy 
managed to break from the kiss long enough to breathe a 
quick, "Horny girl." before Kim clasped the back of her 
neck and kept her lip-locked. Jen sighed in 
exasperation as Cindy managed to free one of her hands 
and work it into Kim's shorts again. Kim cried out, but 
Cindy wouldn't let her out of the kiss, so all she 
could do was squirm and moan into Cindy's mouth. She 
moaned loudly and arched as she clutched at Cindy.

"We need a camera," Kit said absently.

"Hey you," Sara said to Kit, and everyone - except Kim 
and Cindy, obviously - turned to look at him. "You 
broke your dare."

"What?" he asked, surprised, and then, "Oh. Fuck. God 
damnit." He dropped his hand back to his side from his 
crotch.

"Get nekkid, boy." Sara grinned. "And Jen has to keep 
hold of your hands from now on so you can't jerk off."

"Hey now! That's a bit much, don't you think?"

"No," the four of us all said at the same time.

"Fuckin..." Kit growled and pulled his shirt off, then 
tossed it at Sara, missing badly. He laughed. "Well! 
Aim ain't so great anymore with the alcohol settin' 
in."

"Yeah, right," Jen said and laughed. "Your aim's never 
good."

"Hey! I would have gotten closer if I weren't drunk, ya 
know."

Jen just laughed again and tugged at his pants, saying, 
"You follow your dare, you just might get lucky."

"See. Now that's incentive." Kit grinned and pulled Jen 
over, giving her a kiss. "You just want me for my 
body."

Jen smiled and shook her head, biting Kit's lip as she 
moved a hand to grab his hard on through his pants.

"I want you for this, stupid. Now get yourself naked so 
I can play."

Now that was a side of Jen I hadn't seen much of, which 
meant the alcohol was setting in. It was an open secret 
that she and Kit had a thing going, but they certainly 
weren't boyfriend/girlfriend, and they were almost 
never so obvious about it as this.

"So YOU can play, huh?" Kit answered back, laughing.

"So I can play, yes. Much better than watching the 
lesbians."

"Watch the tone, girl," from Cindy. She was attempting 
to support herself on her arms, hovering over Kim, and 
was barely managing. "You're stuck with it for now, so 
just get over your damn prudishness." She hung her 
head, hair cascading down, and drew in a deep breath.

"You're here on my tolerance, pixie bitch."

"Both of you just shut up about it," Jason snapped. 
"Now. Both of you are starting to piss me off with this 
crap, and that is NOT what should be happening at a 
party. If you can't get along, then one of you go hide 
in one of our rooms."

"I'll go," Cindy said, ever so slowly crawling into a 
sitting position. "Too much to drink. Going to lose my 
grip if I don't leave soon. Can't be around people when 
I'm like this. Made a promise to be better. Don't want 
to break it."

"What's Mike's dare?" Sara asked.

Cindy looked at her, squinting as she tried to focus. 
It took her several seconds to even open her mouth to 
start trying to say something.

"I..." she started, and then hung her head again, 
breathing deeply. "Fuck... Mike's dare. Not to fuck you 
in the pussy. Ass is fine. No pussy."

"That is so not fair. You're getting us both with that 
one, damn it."

"No. You enjoy being tortured like that. You'll love 
it." She lifted her head again and looked at Jason. 
"What room's yours?"

Jason lifted his drink and examined it, quirking his 
mouth at the half empty glass, then set it on the lamp 
stand behind him before getting to his feet. He swayed 
a bit, but caught his balance easily enough, and moved 
over to Cindy, kneeling in front of her.

"This way," he said.

She grabbed hold of him and they clambered, clumsily, 
to their feet. Kim downed the rest of her drink, then 
got up and followed them, twining herself around Cindy 
as another support. Cindy stopped as Kim joined them 
and turned to her.

"Grab my bra, please," she murmured.

Kim responded with a cheery "Mkay." and a kiss, then 
turned around and thudded to the floor as she knelt to 
pick up Cindy's bra. She blinked stupidly and laughed, 
tilting dangerously close to falling over completely.

"Well, she's gone," Jen chuckled.

"Not yet!" Kim giggled, spinning, quite uncoordinated, 
to her hands and knees, Cindy's bra held tightly in one 
hand. "Cindy wanted her bra. Hee! But I'm gone now! 
Mwahah!" She stumbled to her feet and scampered down 
the hall after Jason and Cindy.


Chapter 12

Jason came back a minute later, settling again in his 
vacated spot as he eyed Jen and Kit, who were now 
joined at the mouth. The only clothing Kit had lost so 
far for Sara's dare was his shirt, and at the pace the 
two of them were setting, Jen would be losing hers 
before he lost the rest of his. Kit had pulled her 
shirt off, Jen had removed her socks herself, and Kit 
was now working on her bra clasp.

"I have a sneaking suspicion the game's pretty much 
over," Jason said, mouth quirked in a smile as he 
chuckled.

Jen made a negatory sound into Kit's mouth in response, 
and he managed to undo her bra as she slapped the floor 
and sat up again. She seemed entirely unmindful that he 
pulled her bra off when she did and was now sitting 
half-naked in front of her brother.

"Nice breasts, sis, by the way," Jason quipped, and 
laughed, raising his glass as he gave her a grin. He 
took a deep breath and managed to down a quarter of 
what was left of his drink before coming back up to 
breathe and deal with a coughing fit.

"Glad you like 'em," Jen threw back, winking, once 
Jason was looking at her again. She clasped her hands 
together and raised her arms above her head as she 
shook her chest. "I like 'em. They're fun." She dropped 
her hands down and ran them over her breasts, circling 
fingers around her quite prominent nipples. "But you 
two-" she pointed suddenly at Jason and me, leaning 
forward unexpectedly, "-need to loose some clothing! 
Two sexy beasts and you're still clothed! Three sexy 
beasts!" She corrected herself as she looked over at 
Kit again. "Get you naked! Sara has commanded. No more 
of mine comes off until the guys have lost more of 
theirs."

"Well hell, if you put it that way." Jason laughed and 
stripped off his shirt.

"I won't argue with that," I said, following suit and 
throwing my shirt at Jen, realizing as I did so just 
how much more the alcohol had set in. Everything 
tipped, and I caught myself with one hand as I started 
falling over. "Well... She wasn't kidding when she said 
they were stronger than they seemed." I sat up again 
and pulled off my shoes and socks for good measure, 
then looked at Jen. "Now about that skirt and those 
panties you still have on..."

Jen laughed and shook her finger at me.

"Nice try, you, but we're still evenly matched. We need 
to have a party with a guy getting naked before the 
girls do."

"What? So I ain't counted now?" Kit asked with mock 
pain.

"Oh hey!" Jen gave a gleeful laugh and sidled up to Kit 
again, leaning on him as she dropped a hand to his cock 
and began slowly stroking him.

"Back off, girly," I laughed. "It's my spin and our 
happy little friend needs a clear target."

She gave a playful growl and hiked up her skirt, 
splaying one leg wide to the side and draping the other 
across Kit's lap, revealing that she was, 
unsurprisingly, wearing black panties. She winked at 
me.

"Sorry that it won't be getting any clearer just yet." 
She adjusted an imaginary halo.

"Ya know, I think I could get used to Jen being drunk," 
Jason chuckled as I leaned forward, everything going 
into spin again and almost making me fall over. "So 
long as you're not being a bitch, that is."

"Bite me, tattoo boy," Jen said, and I could hear her 
grin.

"Just tell me where and how hard."

"Holy crap..." I muttered. I had a hand out to keep 
myself up, but I had a feeling it wasn't going to be 
enough, which got me laughing. "This is going to suck."

"So does that mean we can take advantage of you now and 
you won't remember it tomorrow?" Sara asked innocently, 
patting my ass a few times.

"Hell yeah!" Jen cried.

That got me laughing again, which made everything start 
moving again, and I had to hold myself up on both arms 
to keep from falling over. I hung my head and closed my 
eyes to regain my balance, and once I had that back, I 
blinked at the vibrator a few times to bring it into 
focus.

"Ok, damn it," I said, grabbing hold of the vib. "Let's 
see if I can do this without falling over." I set it 
spinning as Kit spoke.

"Too bad we ain't playin' strip twister," he said, 
"'cause then you'd have an excuse for fallin' over."

Now that DID get me to fall over, laughing too hard. 
Somehow I managed to not land on the vib, and I reached 
over and hit him on one of his legs.

"Fuck you, bitch," I said, unable to move more than 
that, still laughing too hard to do so.

"Hell no! That's Jen and Sara's job, man. And hey! You 
got Sara. What'll it be, girl?"

"The lesser of two evils?" Sara said as I climbed back 
into a relatively stable sitting position. "Jesus. 
Um..." She was absently stroking a finger along her 
pussy slit, I noticed. "This is the worst possible 
setup, you know."

"Truth or dare, m'dear?" Jen crooned, laying her head 
on Kit's shoulder.

Sara whined and dropped her gaze to the floor in front 
of her.

"Truth," she said quietly, then moved her hand from her 
pussy and downed the last of her drink. "And I'm out of 
drink. That's not fair."

My mind, apparently, had disengaged completely, because 
I could think of nothing to ask her for truth. Watching 
her stroke herself had been too distracting.

"Lose the pants, sexy," Jen said, and she grinned and 
blew a kiss at me when I looked over. "Maybe I'll lose 
the rest of mine if you do." She winked.

I laughed, then fell backward as I fumbled with getting 
my pants off. The world rocked dangerously when I did 
that, and I just lay there for a few seconds, waiting 
for everything to stop moving enough that I could move 
again.

"Fuck..." I breathed, holding onto my pants. I shut my 
eyes, lifted my ass off the floor, and shoved my pants 
down, only to discover that closing my eyes made 
matters worse. I opened them again and looked down at 
Sara, who was yanking my pants the rest of the way off. 
"God, this sucks. I think I'll just stay here for a 
while."

I laughed and looked over at Sara again. She was 
flushed, but whether that was from the alcohol or 
embarrassment at the vib having stopped on her on my 
spin I had no idea. Not that it mattered. She was 
holding one elbow while the fingers of her other hand 
circled one of her nipples, and I had an image of her 
meeting me in the entryway of her place on the day we 
ended up fucking for the first time. Or the first 
several times, actually. Inspiration right there.

"First sexual experience with someone else, in detail," 
I said, grinning.


Chapter 13

"I..." she groaned, squeezing her breast and frowning. 
"God. That was so long ago. Um..." She dropped her gaze 
to the floor again, crossing her arms under her 
breasts. "I was... um... I think I'd just turned ten, 
so Kim was still seven. We didn't have air conditioning 
where we lived then, it was a duplex that got sun all 
day because there weren't any trees, so we only wore 
our panties to bed. Lots of blackberry bushes, but no 
trees."

"Wait, wait," Kit said, but it was Jen's whimper that 
got me to turn my attention back that way. He was 
pinching her nipples hard enough to make his fingers 
turn white, and she was gripping tight to his wrists 
while he twisted them back and forth. "Your first time 
was with your sister?"

That was when I realized I'd brought up something that 
shouldn't have been, and Sara's indecisive combination 
of, "I..." and "Um..." was all the answer that Kit's 
question really needed. She didn't seem able to come up 
with an effective, "Yes, but..." solution, and my mind 
was trying to follow half a dozen different tangents at 
the same time, none of them effectively, thanks to the 
alcohol. Mostly now I was curious, and my mind 
conjuring visions of them twined together in the dark 
in some fashion wasn't helping any.

"Jesus!" Jen cried, prying Kit's hands away from her 
breasts, panting. She bit one of his fingers before 
dropping her hands down and pulling her panties off as 
she spun around to face him, giving us all a brief view 
of her pussy, revealing she kept herself trimmed. She 
shoved him onto his back and climbed on top of him, 
kissing him hard, which she broke only long enough to 
say, "Enough of that, boy. I've waited long enough." 
She raised her hips and reached between them so she 
could position him as she kissed him again, then 
impaled herself, shaking and moaning as she started 
grinding.

"NOW it's official," Jason said, and I flopped my head 
back around. "Game's up! Time to retire and leave them 
to their bunny fuck." He raised his glass and blearily 
peered at what little of his drink he had left. "I say 
we should meet the sunrise together. So much more fun 
that way." He laughed and downed the last of his 
tequila, slammed the glass down on the lamp stand, and 
climbed to his feet, swaying and almost falling back 
onto his ass again before catching himself. "Nothing 
like a good buzz and beautiful, nekkid women to put you 
in a good mood."

"You're sharing the bed, mister," Sara said, smiling 
mischeviously and eyeing both me and Jason. "I want a 
threesome."

"Well hey, that just tops off the evening, doesn't it?" 
He laughed and leaned over, holding his hand out to me. 
"Get up, guy. We gotta fuck your girlfriend senseless!"

"Good luck!" I laughed, grabbing hold of his hand. He 
pulled me up and the room disappeared in a massive 
blur. Was I falling? I couldn't tell, and it felt like 
half an hour before I was able to focus again. Jen's 
moans as she rode Kit seemed somehow unholy, and I 
shivered. "Holy fucking hell..."

"You all right, man?"

"I... don't think so." Everytime I moved, I felt like I 
was falling over. Maybe I was. Who knows. How many 
hours had it been since Jason's question?

"Coffee," Sara said, and I turned slowly toward her, 
putting all my focus into being able to look at her 
straight. She was swaying slightly, undoing her bra. 
She'd already lost her panties somewhere.

"Energy drink," Jason countered. "Caffiene to the 
rescue!" He turned me toward him and pointed at me. 
"You. Stay there. If you pass out, I won't be held 
responsible for Sara raping you while you're out." And 
then he was gone, only to reappear what seemed a second 
later, holding a blue can in front of me. "Red Bull," 
he intoned, his voice high. "It gives you wiiiiings!"

Whatever conversation followed between him and Sara was 
lost, as I tried to read the can.

"Red Bull?" Or at least I think that's what I said. 
Obviously it wasn't.

"Red Bool!" Jason laughed, and slapped an arm around 
me. "Sara, get your hot little ass over here. I think 
you're the only one of us sober enough to open this 
without dropping the fool thing, and this boy needs a 
picker upper or he's out. Out, man! Out! No bed fun 
there."

"Man," Sara said, purring. "He's my man. No boy, I can 
tell you that." She grabbed my dick and squeezed, then 
began pulling slowly. I hadn't thought I was still 
hard, though the feel of her hand on me went in and out 
of my awareness, just like everything else at the 
moment. "Where's that can, J?"

And then she opened my mouth, the can was shoved 
against it, and then it was tilted, dumping the tart 
nastiness of the stuff down my throat. I sputtered and 
coughed when it was about gone, wiped my mouth with the 
back of my hand, and shivered.

"Gah," I coughed. "Just the taste of that stuff is 
enough to wake you up. Man, that shit is nasty."

"Bedroom, lover."

Sara bit my lip as Jason draped an arm around her 
shoulder, and we see-sawed down the hall, me making 
faces trying to get rid of the after taste of the Red 
Bull. We stopped in front of Jason's bedroom, but the 
door was closed, and we stared at it stupidly for 
several seconds before remembering that Kim and Cindy 
were in there.


"I have a sneaking suspicion Cindy wouldn't be happy if 
we interrupted," Jason said, swaying toward me and Sara 
before turning to face back down the hall and calling 
to Jen. "We're taking over your room, Jen. Our lesbian 
friends have taken over mine."

No response from Jen, of course, since we could clearly 
see she and Kit had traded places, Kit fucking into her 
like some long haired machine. She had her legs up over 
his shoulders and was digging into his shoulders with 
her nails as she shook and panted and moaned.

"That must be a, "Go right ahead"," I said and laughed, 
turning around with Sara and shuffling into Jen's room. 
The place was a hazard for someone drunk, but the three 
of us managed to get to the bed with little mishap, and 
Sara and I locked mouths while Jason went straight for 
eating her out and Sara grabbed hold of my dick.


Chapter 14

"Wait, wait," I said, pulling away from kissing Sara 
and shoving Jason away from her pussy as Sara started 
to shake.

"What!?" she panted, squeezing hard on my dick and 
moaning in frustration.

"Cindy's dare." I grinned, biting her lip. "Get on me 
while Jason eats you. And I want to hear the rest of 
what you were going to say about your first time."

"Hey now," Jason quipped. "That's a good idea."

Sara whimpered but shoved me onto my back anyway, and I 
scooted up the bed so I could half sit against the 
wall. She swung one leg over me and grabbed my cock, 
sinking completely onto me in a single, fast movement. 
She started shaking, and I felt her pussy squeezing, 
with small spasms as she relaxed and tensed again to 
keep from cumming. I had to do the same, or I would 
have myself. Of course, going in and out of focus 
probably helped me with that.

"Get her clit, J," I said, reaching around Sara and 
grabbing her breasts, starting to play with her 
nipples. "She's going to cum."

"Excellent," he grinned and shoved Sara back against 
me, latching onto her clit again with his mouth. Sara 
grabbed my hands and clenched hard, a long, low moan 
coming out of her, interspersed with shots of, "Fuck." 
and, "Oh god.", and then she was cumming, her pussy 
clutching my dick so hard it hurt. I bit the back of 
her neck, pinching her nipples hard and twisting them 
between my fingers while she came, and her trembling 
and cries gradually subsided.

"Wrong hole, sexy," I said when she was coherent again, 
sucking on her earlobe.

"I know," she panted, struggling into a sitting 
position and forcing Jason away from her clit. She gave 
a slow purr, and then just sat for a second, her head 
down. "Wanted to get you wet first. Didn't want to get 
ass fucked dry."

"T'wouldn't have been a problem, girl," Jason laughed, 
running his fingers over his chin to wipe away her 
juices.

"Asses don't lubricate, smart ass." She ground against 
me, squeezing again, and I put my hands under her ass. 
"I'm getting there! Just gimme a sec, love."

She swatted my hands away and I moved them to her hips 
as she lifted up and reached down with one hand, 
grabbing hold of me and positioning me before slowly 
sinking back down. There was a lot more pressure 
entering her ass than there ever had been with her 
pussy, and she rode up and down several times before I 
was fully in her. I'd been tensed to keep from cumming 
since she'd hit the half way point, but she didn't stop 
when she finally bottomed, instead starting to grind 
and squeeze again. That put me over, her ass muscles 
gripping tighter than I think her pussy ever could, and 
I grabbed her hips even harder, pressing her down on me 
as I arched into her. She drew in a sharp breath and 
gasped as she felt me cumming, dropping a hand to her 
clit and working it hard and fast, cumming again 
herself a few seconds later.

"Looks like someone likes getting ass fucked," Jason 
said, pushing Sara back against me again and spreading 
her legs wider.

She nodded, breathless, but still managed, "Came in me. 
Good. Need more." before dragging Jason on top. "Fuck 
me, too."

"Gladly."

Jason grinned and settled his knees as he ducked down 
and bit at her throat, Sara grabbing my hands and 
planting them on her breasts. She let out a long moan 
as Jason slid into her and I started on her nipples as 
she dropped her arms back to support herself on her 
elbows. Jason and I started fucking her at the same 
time, except I couldn't do more than short strokes 
because of my position. It was enough, though, Sara 
starting to cum again after only a few from each of us, 
even harder than she had before, and Jason locked her 
in a kiss to muffle her, still moving in her. Not that 
I could, 'cause her ass just squeezed too hard for me 
to be able to. Not that I cared, 'cause it felt 
incredible, and I started fucking her again when I 
could move again.

Or at least I thought I was. The alcohol was really 
starting its final kick up, and I felt like most of my 
strength was gone. Not that it really mattered, since 
Sara rocking her hips was doing the job just fine.

She shoved Jason away from her mouth after a minute, 
gasping in a deep breath and dropping her head back, 
breathing hard and moaning even louder, crying out and 
mumbling incoherently as she went into another orgasm. 
She rolled her head toward me as she collapsed, not 
having the strength any more to keep herself up, and I 
moved one hand up to her face, kissing her hard while I 
slid my other hand down to her clit. That sent her off 
again, and that was enough to make both Jason and me 
cum, too. Sara whimpered and moaned into my mouth, and 
I could tell she was about to pass out from overload.

Which registered only distantly, 'cause I think that 
was about when I passed out myself, Red Bull be damned. 
Sara was saying something, but it was too dim for me to 
remember what it was.


Chapter 15

Sara was curled around me when I woke up in the 
morning. Jen had apparently joined us at some point, 
and she and Jason were tangled together, Jason with a 
hand on one of Jen's breasts and Jen with a hand on 
Jason's crotch. That was mildly amusing, and I imagine 
they had both been too drunk to realize what they were 
doing when they'd collapsed like that. I had a distant 
head ache, so I just lay there, partly with the intent 
of satisfying my curiousity about what Jen and Jason 
would do when they woke up themselves. That and I 
didn't want to wake Sara yet, since I could tell she 
was still a long way from doing it herself.

It was probably half an hour later that Sara started to 
stir, and Cindy peeked in not long after that. I looked 
over at Cindy and saw she was dressed, though she was 
wearing Kim's top instead of her own. I waved a hand at 
her, kind of a good morning sort of thing, and she gave 
a brief smile, then surveyed the floor before making 
the expedition to the bed side. She settled behind Sara 
and leaned over the both of us, wrapping an arm around 
us and resting her head on Sara's arm. She studied Jen 
and Jason for a minute, then looked at me.

"Five bucks says that whichever of them wakes up first 
gives the other a squeeze," she whispered, barely loud 
enough for me to hear her.

I glanced at the two again and gave an amused snort, 
then looked back to Cindy.

"I don't think we need to put any bets on that at all," 
I whispered back. "They'd do it just to get a 
reaction."

"You're probably right."

I could tell she had something on her mind, but she was 
still looking at Jen and Jason. I turned a bit and 
lifted my free hand to her cheek. That got her to look 
at me, but it was brief.

"What's up?"

She just shook her head, grasping my hand with hers and 
lifting it so she could kiss my palm.

"I'll be in the kitchen when you're able," was all she 
said, glancing at me before placing a light kiss on 
Sara's shoulder, then climbing off the bed and leaving 
the room.

"What do you think is wrong?" Sara asked after a 
minute, a groggy whisper.

I shrugged, turning over to face her, and she pressed 
against me, dozing.

"Seems like there's always something wrong with her." 
Sara made a small, indefinite sound to that. "Probably 
something came up last night with Kim. Or the game. Or 
whatever. Suppose I should go talk with her."

"Hm. You should. You should get cleaned up first, 
though, considering where you were last night. We'll 
have to do that again. I loved it."

Where I was last night? It took me a few seconds to 
remember, and I laughed a bit. Except now that I wasn't 
drunk out of my gourd, I was having second thoughts 
about having another threesome. Or at least one with 
another guy, anyway. Not that I thought Jason was going 
to steal Sara, or that Sara would leave me for him, but 
apparently I was a little possessive. After all, she'd 
said, numerous times, that she was mine and belonged to 
me. My sex slave. Although that brought up the 
beginnings for some ideas, but I'd have to think about 
them later.

"The ass fuck or the threesome?"

"Both," she smiled, moving forward and giving me a 
kiss. "Preferably at the same time again."

"We'll have to talk about that." I lightly bit her lip 
and gave her ass a squeeze. "I'm going to go see what's 
up with Cindy, k?" She nodded and gave me another kiss. 
"Think you can keep an eye on Jen and Jason there? 
Looks like they could be getting a bit naughty when 
they wake up."

"Hm? How so?"

I just kissed her again and got up, and her amused hum 
told me she'd seen just how Jen and Jason were tangled.


Chapter 16

Kit was half-sprawled on the sofa, a blanket tossed 
haphazardly on top of him when I came out of the 
bathroom, and Kim was zoned in front of the tv, playing 
a game. She was wearing Cindy's panties and her own 
top, but nothing else.

"Hoping to get lucky?" I asked her, and she glanced at 
me before returning her attention to the game.

"Have," was all she said in answer to that. "Would 
still be, but Cindy wanted to talk with you and sis. 
She's in the kitchen."

"I know."

I spotted my discarded underwear and pants and pulled 
them on before heading into the kitchen, where Cindy 
was sitting at the table. She had a glass of iced 
coffee and was leafing through a tattoo magazine, but 
didn't bother looking at me. I leaned over her and 
wrapped my arms around her shoulders, settling my cheek 
against hers.

"Please don't make this hard," she said quietly, 
raising her hands and placing them over mine.

"You're second guessing yourself again, aren't you?"

"I always am. You should know that by now."

I pulled back some and looked at her, then turned her 
toward me.

"What is it this time?" I asked gently.

She just shook her head and stood, wrapping her arms 
around my neck and holding against me. I put my arms 
around her waist and did the same, her face pressed 
against my shoulder, and we held like that for a few 
minutes before she said anything.

"Did I do anything wrong last night? Jen was pretty 
pissy."

I shook my head and said, "She's like that a lot, but 
usually after work. She doesn't like her job."

"Most people don't. Me included."

"Is that what's bothering you?" She shook her head 
again but didn't say anything. "So what is?"

Not that she answered, just pulled away and looked at 
me, running one hand over my cheek.

"Do you have a headache? I made coffee earlier. It will 
help."

"Are you going to talk with me?"

I was starting to get annoyed with this, and I didn't 
want to be annoyed with her when she was in this sort 
of mood. It wouldn't have gone over well at all, and I 
think she saw that, because she gave a small nod and 
turned away, heading over to the coffee maker. She 
poured a cup of the stuff and spiked it with a shot of 
Kahlua, then nodded me toward the back door. I followed 
her, and she had me sit on the back step, then settled 
in front of me after giving me the coffee. She leaned 
back against me and I slipped my free arm around her, 
her taking my hand and putting it on her breast. I felt 
her nipple press into my palm, and I squeezed a little 
while I waited for her to talk.

"Why do you want me?" she asked after a few minutes, 
putting her hands over mine and stopping my massage of 
her breast. "All you ever see of me is complaining and 
break downs."

I looked down at her and set the coffee aside, then put 
my other arm around her.

"But there's also your desire to be better, and you 
don't want to repeat what you've been through, so 
you're trying to be a friend and gain friendship."

"I don't feel like that balances out."

"Sometimes it doesn't. But that doesn't mean you're 
like that all the time, does it?"

She was quiet for a time, running her fingers over my 
hand, and I let her think.

"Sometimes it doesn't feel like you're so much younger 
than me. You scare me sometimes with how mature you 
are. You and Sara both. More than I am." She turned her 
face and pressed it against my arm, clutching the other 
side of it with her hand as she sniffled. "I wish I 
could have found someone like you years ago. Or more 
than just the one, anyway. I think I could have avoided 
a lot of the shit I've been through if I'd had better 
people around. Could have avoided so much of this 
pain."

"Maybe. But why dwell on it?"

"Because it's made me who I am, and I don't want to be 
who I am anymore. I want to be someone else. I get so 
tired of dealing with me all the time. You have no 
idea. You really don't."

"Are you willing to let me?"

I really have no idea why I asked that, especially 
since I didn't have much of an idea of what exactly I 
was meaning. I don't know if Cindy did, either, for 
that matter, because she didn't answer immediately.

"I want to try," she said after a minute. "But I don't 
know how. I've never had any real friends, other than 
my sister. I don't know what it means to have that, or 
even how to handle that. Trying to learn something like 
that second hand is a piss poor way to go about it, 
'cause it just doesn't work. You don't... you don't get 
any of the inner stuff, ya know, when you watch other 
people who are friends. Or maybe that's just a break in 
my head, that I can't understand that and have people 
close to me."

I turned her and tilted her face up to mine, cupping my 
hand against her cheek, stopping her from looking away.

"But you're still able to love, aren't you?"

She only looked at me, and then pursed her lips. When 
she turned away, I let her.

"I don't know, Mike. I don't know. I'm not sure I even 
know what that is, anymore. Even with Aaron, it's..." 
She sighed and wiped a hand across her eyes. "I don't 
know. I like him, and my affection for him is..." She 
spread her hands in a vague, frustrated attempt to say 
what she couldn't with words, and then dropped them 
into her lap, sighing again. "But I don't... I don't 
know if I love him. I don't know if I can love anymore. 
I feel like that was beaten out of me when I was... 
when I was fucked up and stupid. Now I'm just fucked 
up."

"Should I argue that?" I asked, turning her back to 
facing me, and she shook her head.

"No. You don't have the character to be a good liar. 
And I don't want to argue right now. I just... I don't 
know. I just need to talk, I guess. Talk and... other 
things," she added, dragging my hand back to her 
breast, and she looked at me again.

"Are you feeling any better?"

"I'll be ok."

We looked at each other over that, me pondering if I 
should call her on her non-answer or just let it be. I 
eventually decided it was better to just let it go, and 
nodded, giving her a gentle hug that was awkward only 
because of the weird angle, and she brushed her lips 
over mine in a light kiss.

"Sara's the only woman you've been with, isn't she?"

"Not unless you count a threesome with Kim, but I 
didn't fuck Kim."

"Did you do anything to Kim?"

"Just her nipples."

"Then you haven't been with her." She traced her 
fingertips down my cheek and throat, which started me 
getting hard. "Would it be too much to ask if I could 
be your second?"

I blinked, and that surprised, anticipatory thrill went 
through my gut, the sort of thrilled tightness that 
hits you when you've just discovered that the one you 
have a crush on also has a crush on you. Of course, I 
hadn't seriously thought about having sex with her, or 
even of doing anything sexual with her, for that 
matter, but I can't argue that I found her attractive, 
despite her moodiness.

"It wouldn't be too much, no," I answered, running my 
hand over her cheek to the back of her neck. For some 
reason I had absolutely no idea how to go about being 
sexual with her, so I was feeling tentative. Or maybe I 
was just picking that up from Cindy. "Can I ask 
something, though?"

She made a yes sound and dropped her hand to my crotch, 
undoing my pants and adjusting my erection. That almost 
made me forget what I wanted to ask, especially when 
she grabbed me through my underwear and moved in to 
kiss again. I stopped her with a finger over her mouth, 
and she kissed my finger instead.

"What caused the mood?"

"Too many things, and I don't want to talk about them 
right now. I just need a good, slow fuck, and Sara and 
Kim don't have cocks."

"Sara has a fake one," I chuckled.

"That you got her, I know. But it's not the same. It 
doesn't feel the same. And it doesn't cum like you can, 
and I need that right now. Please."

She squeezed my dick for emphasis, and I leaned down, 
giving her a slow kiss and running a hand down and 
hiking her skirt up - what little there was of her 
skirt, anyway - to get at her pussy. She wasn't wearing 
her panties, and I discovered she was already soaked. 
My fingers slid along her slit without any friction at 
all, and I started on her clit, rubbing hard. She 
leaned in for another kiss, driving her tongue into my 
mouth and moaning low in her throat, clutching her 
fingers into my hair.

"Please tell me this means yes," she breathed when she 
pulled back, but only far enough that our lips had 
parted.

She was studying my eyes, and I dipped a pair of 
fingers into her as I pulled her closer, holding her 
against me. She spread her legs as we kissed again and 
I started working her clit with my thumb while finger 
fucking her, causing her to moan and squeeze me harder, 
pulling toward her pussy. I stopped when I felt her 
squeeze my fingers in her, and she growled, breaking 
the kiss and biting at my shoulder.

"How long do you want to take?" I asked, biting the 
side of her throat.

"How long do we have?"

"Time enough for love." I brushed my lips over hers.

"Then love me. Please."


Chapter 17

We stripped as we made our way back to Jason's room, 
Cindy having an avid audience in Kim, who was looking 
hopeful. Kit was still passed out. Cindy shook her head 
at Kim as she looked back and forth between the two of 
us, so she went back to her game, and Cindy pressed 
against me as we started down the hall. She draped her 
arms around my neck as I slid my arms around her waist, 
gripping her ass, and she jumped as I did, wrapping her 
legs around me and grinding against my erection, 
slicking me with her juices.

"I don't want foreplay," she whispered, grabbing the 
door and swinging it closed as we passed through. "Just 
love me slowly. I want it to last. I want to cum 
together."

I tilted forward onto the bed and we landed without 
mishap, which was a minor miracle. I drew my knees up 
and planted them, and we scooted up further, mouths 
locked together as we kissed, teasing each others 
tongues, and I settled my dick in the slit of her 
pussy, rocking against her. She whimpered even as she 
matched me, drawing her nails down my back and 
tightening her legs around my waist to press harder 
against me.

"Don't tease," she gasped, turning away from the kiss. 
"God, please. Don't tease. I'm already close. I want 
you in me. Need you in me. Fuck me. Please. I need it."

"You said slow," I said into her ear, and nibbled her 
earlobe.

She grabbed my head and pulled me up so she could look 
at me, holding my face in her hands. She kissed me 
hard, biting and sucking on my lip as she tightened her 
legs around me even more.

"Fuck me. Please. I'll get rough if you don't. I don't 
want to hurt you. Please. Be in me. I need you in me. I 
need to be filled. I need to feel you cum in me. 
Please."

Fuck her or have her get rough and angry? Tough choice, 
that. I lifted away from her, catching and holding her 
in a kiss as I reached between us to position my dick, 
then slid slowly into her. She whimpered as I did, 
digging her nails into the backs of my shoulders, which 
I didn't notice as she squeezed my cock with her pussy, 
hard enough that it seemed I could feel every little 
ridge of her muscles. When she let up, I pulled back 
until only the head of my dick was still in her, then 
back in, just as slowly. She squeezed just as hard as 
before, a delightful non-friction tightness that was 
driving me toward orgasm faster than I expected, 
fucking her so slowly, and she tilted her head back to 
get out of the kiss, letting out a long, shuddery, 
"ohgod..."

"Close..." she gasped, gripping me tighter with her 
arms and arching up as I slid into her a third time. I 
stopped there, and she cried out in frustration, 
grinding against me and grabbing my face, eyes burning 
as she trembled beneath me.

"Don't. Stop," she said through clenched teeth, 
breathing heavily.

"Are you close?"

"Right. There. Don't. Stop."

"Good."

I grabbed her face and held her, sealing her mouth with 
mine with the deepest kiss I could manage, tangling my 
tongue around hers as I started fucking her hard and 
fast. She moaned loudly, trying to pull away from my 
mouth, but I held her, fighting not to cum as she 
squeezed me even harder than before. She was breathing 
frantically and squirming, digging her nails into my 
shoulders enough that I actually did notice now, and I 
couldn't hold back any more. I broke the kiss and 
dropped my face down to press into her neck, clutching 
at her shoulders.

"Cum now," I said, and then bit her shoulder.

I managed two more strokes before we both came. She 
gasped in a deep breath, tightening her entire body 
against mine, and then arched up, going rigid against 
me as she ground her pussy hard onto me, and I pressed 
as deep into her as I could. She managed gasping moans 
every time she spasmed on me, almost hard enough that 
my own climax was stopped, but they were off just 
enough that hers would let up just as mine hit.

She growled deeply as I started fucking her again even 
before I'd finished cumming, gasping in deep breaths 
and rocking her hips to match my fucking while she 
moaned out random "Fuck me."s and "Yes."s between moans 
and growls. Good trick for staying hard, that one, and 
I lifted my head from her shoulder back to her mouth, 
and we kissed again, a hard, passionate wrestling of 
lips and tongues. She was cumming again a few seconds 
later, having wrapped her arms and legs further around 
me to hold even tighter to me even as she arched and 
rolled her head back and out of the kiss again.

I bit the side of her neck as she came, shifting my 
knees up to the level of her hips so I'd have better 
leverage to keep going, and she started to squeeze her 
pussy on me again. It didn't work quite as well as it 
did the first time, since I'd just cum, but it did get 
me there a lot faster. Not before she'd cum again 
herself, though. She was starting to squirm under me 
and shake her head side to side, and I managed to get 
hold of her face again to stop her, catching her in 
another kiss. I tightened my own grip on her as I got 
closer to orgasm, a sign she obviously recognized, 
because she started squeezing my dick even harder, but 
now in time with my strokes, starting to squeeze as I 
slammed back into her and letting up as I bottomed out.

I had to break the kiss as I came, dropping back to her 
shoulder again and biting, and I shoved as deep into 
her as I could while she shivered and whimpered under 
me, running her hands down my back. I felt a wet 
stickiness trailing under her fingers, but that was 
buried under orgasm and her continuing to squeeze. 
There was no way I was going to be able to keep going 
after this one, since I was starting to shake now, and 
I slowly relaxed against her, kissing up her neck back 
to her mouth. We kissed gently for a few minutes, Cindy 
letting out contented hums, and she eventually pushed 
me back a bit, a finger over my lips as she smiled.

"I see why Sara's so hot for you," she said, and it 
took me a few seconds to recognize her tone as 
serenity, since it was so much calmer than anything I'd 
ever heard from her. She kissed me again, gently. 
"Thank you for this."

I returned her kiss and asked, "This isn't going to 
cause problems for you, is it?"

"Between us?" She shook her head. "Why would it?"

"I meant you and Aaron. You wouldn't have gotten me 
here if I had a problem with this happening."

She mm'ed and gave me another kiss, then shook her head 
again.

"He knows how I am, and we have an open relationship. 
He won't mind. He's done the same thing a few times 
since we've been together, but I think we're each 
other's main, by now, since we're always coming back to 
each other more often than not."

"What about Kim?"

"Nothing that can't be resolved. Though you and her 
have a lot you need to talk about."

"I know."

She shook her head and fixed her gaze on mine, 
adjusting her legs around my waist.

"No, you don't. You don't know. There's a lot of things 
you and Kim need to talk about, and it's not all about 
Sara."

"What do you mean?"

"You'll have to talk with her yourself. I promised I 
wouldn't do it for her. I'm just giving you a heads 
up." She locked her legs around my hips again, shifting 
under me. "But we should get up and shower. I don't 
want to lie in my puddle anymore. Give me a kiss and 
pull out slowly, ok?"

"And if I don't want to pull out?" I grinned, grinding 
against her.

She hummed and bit at my lip.

"Then you'd best get that dick of yours hard again, 
mister, 'cause you're not doing much right now to 
distract me from my puddle."

I glanced over at the clock, then winced sharply and 
growled as Cindy dragged her fingers over the holes 
she'd gouged in my back. I gritted my teeth and drew in 
a deep breath while she frowned, gingerly tracing her 
fingers over my skin.

"Ok. Maybe no more fun for now. It's time to shower and 
clean up. I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm really not."

"I wouldn't think you would be," I laughed.

I gave her a slow kiss as I pulled out, and she 
whimpered as I did, managing to at least keep from 
digging her fingers into my back again. I kissed her 
again, and she shoved me up and away, smiling as she 
rolled away and out of her puddle, sitting up.

"Turn around," she directed, motioning, and I did. "Oh 
god. Shower's going to suck for you, hon. Now I really 
am sorry."

She moved forward and lightly placed her hands on my 
arms, kissing the back of my neck, and I looked over my 
shoulder at her.

"You put holes in me that bad?"

She gave an embarassed smile and looked down.

"I couldn't help it."

I laughed and stood, turning to her and pulling her off 
the bed to me, putting my arms around her waist and 
holding her.

"You're going to clean it, then."

She nodded and kissed me, and we headed to the 
bathroom.


Chapter 18

She was right. I had crescent shaped gouges in my back 
now, one of them still bleeding when I saw them before 
getting into the shower, and the salt from my sweat 
made them sting like a bitch when it washed into them. 
Cindy moved into the cascade of water once she had me 
cleaned, and I did the same to her, although I wasn't 
in any hurry to be done with her. I slid a pair of 
fingers into her and started working her clit with my 
thumb as she lifted one leg and set her foot on the 
edge of the tub. She grabbed my arms and squeezed, 
dropping her head back onto my shoulder and letting out 
a moan as she gasped. I kissed her throat while I 
slowly finger fucked her, and she spread her legs more.

"Do you mind a question?" I asked, pressing my fingers 
as deep as I could get them and holding them there, 
only working her clit when I felt her pussy starting to 
tense.

"What?" she gasped, turning her head to look at me and 
squeezing my arms harder.

I gave her a deep kiss and wiggled my fingers in her, 
which made her rock her hips and squeeze her pussy on 
them. I slipped my free arm further around her to hold 
her closer against me as she let go of my arms and 
turned to face me, wrapping her arms around my neck so 
we could kiss more easily. I added a third finger and 
started finger fucking her again, faster and harder as 
she growled and tightened her arms around me, slumping 
as her orgasm hit, hanging on me to stay upright. I 
didn't stop, and she dropped her face against my neck, 
biting my shoulder and whimpering even as she spread 
her legs as wide as she could. She bit harder when she 
came again, writhing against me with each wave of her 
climax and breathing heavily.

"Stop," she gasped as she was coming down. "Stop. Oh 
god stop. Enough."

I did, and she clung to me, breathing hard and doing 
her best to stay standing. She swallowed hard and 
dropped her foot back to the floor of the shower, 
squeezing her legs together and pulling her hips back, 
forcing my fingers out of her.

"Jesus Christ..." she breathed. "I don't know if I 
agree with your cleaning methods. Damn fun, but they 
just make the mess worse."

She brought my fingers up to her mouth and sucked on 
them, then gave them to me. I laughed and sucked her 
juices off, then kissed her.

"That's not a complaint, is it?"

"Oh hell no!" She laughed. "But I won't let you clean 
me anymore right now. The water's starting to run cold, 
and I really hate cold showers. Keep your hands away 
from anywhere naughty and ask your question, mister."

She turned to face the shower, lifting her other leg 
this time, and started cleaning herself. I put my hands 
on her hips and ran them up and down her sides while 
she did.

"Is sex how you show your love for someone?" I asked, 
then kissed the back of her neck.

She stopped her cleaning and lifted her head, turning a 
bit to look at me. Her posture changed, too, though I 
couldn't explain how. Apparently I'd hit a bit close to 
home. I stopped my hands, too.

"What do you mean?" And there was that edge to her 
voice, the opening of her anger.

"I'm just curious. I'm not trying to start anything."

"God damnit." She dropped her foot and spun toward me, 
and we locked gazes. "Do not fuck with me. What do you 
mean?"

I moved my hands from her hips to her arms, sliding 
them down to hold her hands. She squeezed them rather 
than shove them away, which was good. She wasn't 
entirely mad, then. Just about to be.

"It just seems like you use sex as a way of getting 
close to people, the people you want to be close to, 
like giving them sex is going to make them love you 
back."

We looked at each other for a few seconds, and I 
gripped her hands tighter when she started to drop them 
out of mine. Her anger had washed away like it had 
never been there at all.

"Don't tell me what we just did was just because you-"

"I wouldn't do that, Cindy," I cut in. I had to, else 
she was going to start rollercoastering. "I wouldn't. I 
do like you. Don't you go starting thinking that us 
fucking has anything to do with me feeling sorry for 
you or anything like that. Don't."

"I'm not a slut, then, for sleeping with all of you? 
I'm not a bad person for doing that?"

I just shook my head and pulled her against me, but she 
shoved back.

"No. I need to finish cleaning. I hate cold showers."

She turned away again and turned the water all the way 
over to hot to get the last of it, then finished 
cleaning. I just pressed against her, slipping my arms 
around her stomach and holding her until she was done, 
and we stood like that for a minute once the water was 
off.

"Are you using me?" she asked, turning back to face me.

"Why would I be using you?" I returned, furrowing my 
brow at her.

"I mean you three. Not just you."

"Why would we be?"

She just looked at me, then shook her head, drawing 
open the shower curtain and stepping out.

"I don't know. I'm just thinking too much now, being 
stupid."

I followed her out of the shower and grabbed her again.

"Well don't. Don't question what we just did, or what 
you do with Sara or Kim. It's not bad or wrong or 
anything."

"Not questioning is what got me stuck in a situation 
where I was tied up and gang raped, Mike. I trusted 
people too much, and it..." She screwed her face up in 
a grimace and pulled in a deep breath, pinching the 
bridge of her nose. "It burned me so god damn hard. I 
want to trust you three, I really do, but you have to 
understand that it's not easy for me to do that 
anymore." She drew in a deep breath and snatched a 
towel off the rack. "Oh, god damn my moods. I didn't 
want to leave like this. I wanted to stay in that happy 
zone you'd put me in when we fucked."

I waited until she was done drying her hair, then 
ducked in when she flipped back up, catching her in a 
kiss. She made a negatory sound, but didn't try 
stopping me, and I cupped her face with one hand, 
lightly rubbing her cheek with my thumb as I moved up 
against her. I settled my other hand on her waist and 
held her, continuing the kiss until she dropped her 
face from mine and wrapped her arms around my neck, 
holding onto me.

"You are loved," I said quietly into her ear, lightly 
running one hand along her back.

"Honestly?"

"Honestly."

She pulled back enough that she could look at me, 
studying me.

"You are welcome with us," I said, lifting a hand and 
brushing her hair behind her ear.

"I'm not a problem?"

"If you ever are, we'll tell you. But if we didn't like 
you or want to give you a chance, we wouldn't have kept 
talking with you after what happened with Kim, would 
we?"

She was quiet a moment, thinking, and then said, "No, I 
suppose not. I never thought of that. Haven't had much 
experience with that, people coming back after I've 
been stupid."

"You're part of the group if you're willing to be."

She gave a small laugh and smile, then hugged me.

"Thank you. You have no idea how much that means to me, 
people willing to accept me as I am." She pulled away 
and dropped a hand to my crotch, grabbing my dick with 
one hand and squeezing. "Now get dressed before you 
start getting me distracted."


Chapter 19

Cindy was done dressing before I was, mainly because 
half her clothes were near at hand and mine were strewn 
all over the place. I had a hell of a time trying to 
find my underwear, because I had absolutely no 
recollection of where or when it had been removed. I 
vaguely remembered taking my pants off in the living 
room, and that they had been taken off after my shirt 
and shoes and socks, but after that was mostly a blur. 
I eventually found them in Jen's room on her bed, Sara 
lying on top of them.

I grabbed them, added them to the rest of my clothes, 
then brought them with me as I followed Sara to the 
shower after we'd waited about ten minutes for the 
water to reheat.

"I heard things with Cindy seemed to go ok," she said, 
fine tuning the water temperature while I squeezed her 
ass. She grabbed my hands and turned, then put them 
back on her ass as she pressed up against me. "What'd 
she want to talk about?"

"She was feeling moody." I shrugged. "Like she didn't 
belong here or wasn't wanted. I think I managed to ease 
her mind for now, for the most part, but I don't know 
how long that'll last. She swings back and forth so 
much."

Sara nodded and moved into the shower, closing the 
curtain only enough to keep the water from splashing 
out. I sat on the toilet and watched her.

"Is she going to be ok?"

"I don't know. You'd probably have a better idea than I 
do if it's going to stick, since you seem to understand 
her better. I managed to get her out of her little 
funk, but I really don't know if it'll last."

She lifted her arms and turned, tilting her head back 
and wetting her hair, and I watched the small flexings 
of her muscles as she moved. She had a lot of small 
bruises, bite marks looked like, I hadn't noticed 
before, probably from last night.

"You really are sexy," I said, which garnered a smile 
before she turned again to grab shampoo.

"Was screwing her silly what she wanted? Or was that 
you?"

"She wanted that. I'd hardly say no when she actually 
put my hands on her breasts and had me fondle her while 
we talked out on the porch, and then was all grabby."

"Grabby?" Sara laughed, then tilted her head back again 
and started washing her hair.

"Yes, grabby. Like you get when you're after my cock? I 
don't really see why it matters, though."

"Because she uses sex to get close to people, but it 
has to be on her terms. I think she has a hard time 
connecting to people, otherwise."

"I've noticed that. I asked her about that, actually."

She tilted her head forward some and opened her eyes, 
giving me a brief look.

"You shouldn't have."

"Why? She was only defensive about it until I explained 
why I did. And she's said she's wanting to find herself 
again, so wouldn't you think that'd be something she'd 
need to understand about herself, why she does that?"

She made a small noise and turned to rinse her hair. I 
waited.

"You may be right," she said once she'd finished. She 
wrung the water from her hair, then lifted a leg and 
started washing her pussy. "Is she still here?"

"As far as I know. Why?"

"She said she wanted to talk with both of us, didn't 
she?"

"Should I go find her?"

She shook her head and grinned, looking down at my 
crotch.

"You still have life in that cock of yours?"

"You already know the answer to that," I laughed, 
already starting to rise, in both ways. I leaned into 
the shower and pinched one of her nipples, pulling her 
toward me for a kiss. "But there's not enough hot water 
left to fool around. Cindy and I used it all."

"I don't care." She grabbed my hand and held it in 
place, and I rolled her nipple between my fingers as 
she nipped at my lip. "I can lean forward, and it'll be 
on my back. I want you in my ass again and I don't want 
to wait until we're back at your place or my place. Now 
get in here."

She grabbed my dick and pulled, moving backward at the 
same time and dragging me into the shower with her. The 
water was already tepid, which was ok, since I wasn't 
in it for long. I stepped right through the spray and 
pressed her against the wall as she grabbed a bar of 
soap, getting it wet and rolling it in her hand. I 
covered her body with mine, rocking my dick against her 
lower belly and squeezing one of her breasts. She 
moaned and trembled as I pinched hard on her nipple, 
twisting it back and forth, and she clutched at me, 
biting at my shoulder as she continued to roll the soap 
in her free hand.

"What's the soap for?"

"Lube," she answered, dropping it back into its tray 
and pushing me back a bit to drop her soapy hand down 
to my dick. She stroked me as she moved my free hand to 
her other nipple. "I'm not wet enough this time to do 
it that way."

"You? Not wet?" I smiled as I pinched her nipples 
harder and pulled up, making her draw in a breath and 
growl down in her throat, her hand squeezing hard on my 
dick.

"It's your fault. You've turned me into a nympho. And 
it's beside the point that I already was." I laughed as 
she grinned and shuffled sideways, still working my 
dick as she put herself between me and the water. "And 
as soon as you let go of my nipples- Oh fuck!"

She bit at my shoulder and squeezed my dick even 
harder, whimpering and shaking as I pinched her nipples 
as hard as I could. I rolled them for a few seconds 
before easing up, making her gasp and pant, and then I 
did it again for longer until she started digging her 
nails into my shoulder, perilously close to the holes 
Cindy had just given me.

"They're going to be SO sensitive now," she gasped, 
then shoved me back a step and turned around, pointing 
her ass at me. She looked back over her shoulder and 
ran her soapy hand between her ass cheeks, teasing her 
fingers over her asshole. "Are you going to fuck me or 
not?"

"With an invitation like that? I'd be mad not to."

She grinned and turned back around as I grabbed her 
hips and scooted her back toward me. I ran one hand 
around her and down to her pussy as she leaned forward 
and grabbed the water knobs, working her clit as I 
positioned my dick at the entrance to her ass. I didn't 
slide in just yet, though. I circled my dick on her 
anus and started flicking my fingers on her clit, which 
prompted a hungry, impatient growl, and she rocked her 
ass at me. I waited a few more seconds, then pressed 
into her, slowly, and she moaned and tightened her grip 
on the faucets. I leaned over her once I was completely 
in her, unmindful of the now slightly less than room 
temperature water, and turned her face toward mine, 
biting at her lip as I flexed in her. She gasped and I 
felt her ass tighten on me, and she continued to 
tighten.

"Ready to cum?" I asked, getting a breathless, "Uh 
huh," in response. "Cum for me, then."

I straightened, but only enough to grab her hair and 
pull her head back, and I pinched her clit between my 
fingers and pulled as I started fucking her ass. She 
tensed and ground back against me, but that stopped 
almost immediately as she started to shudder and twitch 
as she came. I shifted my hand from her hair to her 
mouth to muffle her, and she gave a startled cry before 
starting to moan even more.

She obviously wasn't interested in delayed orgasms, so 
I did what got the best reactions: short and fast 
strokes. Though I'm sure it helped, too, that I was 
constantly working her clit, and she was cumming again 
a few seconds later, and I buried myself as deep as I 
could. It was different, feeling her orgasm from in her 
ass instead of her pussy, less encompassing, which was 
probably also partly the different friction. Not as 
wet, but tighter.

I waited until the strongest of her spasms had passed 
and then started fucking her again, letting go of her 
mouth and releasing her clit so I could grab her hips. 
She dropped her head forward and moaned in time with my 
strokes, and I planted my feet a little wider to keep 
my balance as I fucked her even faster. Which, 
unexpectedly, also made me cum much faster than usual. 
I growled and squeezed her hips, arching forward as I 
pulled her back onto me, and she trembled as I came in 
her ass. I felt her own minor spasms as my orgasm 
waned, and I pulled her up toward me, not pulling out 
of her ass, even though I'd lost about half my hard on.

"That was definitely better not drunk," she said, 
turning enough to kiss me. "And we even have enough hot 
water left to not be cleaning up in an ice cold 
shower."

"I blame you." I returned her kiss and lightly bit her 
lip as I slid out of her ass. "You just feel too good."

"I'll take that as a compliment, mister." She handed me 
the soap. "Now clean yourself."


Chapter 20

"You're just all kinds of lucky today," Jason said as I 
came into the living room. "Two women in one hour?" He 
slid one hand through the air in front of him, the 
other flat on his chest as he sang, "Smooooooooooth 
operatoooooor."

Sara and Cindy were out on the back porch, Kit had 
migrated to Jen's room - from where we could all hear 
the two of them going at it again - and Kim was still 
playing the same game she had been when I'd seen her 
earlier. Jason and I were sitting on the couch eating 
left over pizza.

"That's nothing new," Kim said absently.

"Actually, it is," I corrected. "Cindy and I haven't 
done anything before today."

"That's not what I meant."

"You and I haven't done anything."

Kim shrugged.

"We could if you wanted."

"That's more up to you, isn't it? You haven't really 
shown any interest."

She paused the game and looked at me, giving me a look 
I couldn't read. We stared at each other for a few 
seconds, and she just shook her head to my, "What?" 
before going back to the game. I turned to Jason as he 
held up a hand, three fingers up and eyebrows raised in 
a question. I just shrugged and shook my head.

"How badly drunk was everyone last night?" I asked 
Jason.

"Other than you, Cindy, and Kim here? We've been worse. 
Although-" he glanced at the hall, "-I'm hoping Jen was 
too drunk to remember the worst clashes with your sexy 
friend out with Sara. But I don't think that's going to 
be the case, so I think next time she gets invited to a 
party with us is going to be on a trial make-or-break 
basis."

"She's not going to be happy about that."

"Jen wasn't very nice to her from the start," Kim said. 
"Cindy would've been fine if she hadn't been a bitch 
about everything."

Jason laughed.

"Oh, I know, and I'm going to make sure Jen knows, too. 
That's why I told them to shut up or leave. They both 
owe apologies, is the thing, but I know Jen doesn't 
make a habit of that, and I didn't get the impression 
Cindy does, either."

"She will if she has a reason."

"You'll have to give her reason, 'cause Jen almost 
certainly won't."

Kim just nodded and absorbed her attention with the 
game again, and we were all quiet until Sara and Cindy 
came back in.

"Good talk?" I asked as they came into the living room.

"I hope your ears weren't burning too badly," Cindy 
said and grinned. Sara smiled and reddened, settling 
next to me on the couch.

"They are now," I laughed.

She blew me a kiss before kneeling next to Kim and 
putting her arms around her. Kim dropped the controller 
and turned to do the same as they kissed. Cindy gave 
Kim's breasts a squeeze before standing.

"I'm going to head out. I have errands to get done, 
like getting my money in the bank before they close."

"Mind if I come?" Kim asked, smiling innocently as she 
snaked a hand up Cindy's calf and thigh. Cindy grinned 
down at her.

"That's a very distracting way to ask, you know. I may 
end up just taking you home with me."

"Yay!"

Kim bounced up and clapped, and Cindy laughed.

"I may have to, anyway, because you're wearing my 
underwear." She looked at me and Sara. "Would that be a 
problem?"

"As long as she calls to let mom and dad know where 
she's at," Sara answered. "It should be fine, since 
they know you're a friend of ours."

"I have a phone," Kim said, sticking her tongue out at 
her sister. "They can call me, too, you know."

"You want the liquor I brought with me, tattoo man?" 
Cindy looked at Jason. "Or should I take it home with 
me?"

Jason shrugged and lifted his cup of coffee in salute.

"Up to you, pretty woman. I won't turn it down, but it 
is yours."

"I'll leave it. I don't drink at home."

Jason grinned. "My thanks, ma'am."

Cindy nodded and pushed Kim in the direction of Jason's 
room with a, "Go get dressed. I'll be in the car." Sara 
and I followed her out, and she gave each of us a hug 
and kiss while we waited for Kim.

"Thank you both, for last night, and for today. Having 
you do all you've done really helped keep me from 
losing it."

"I'm sure Kim deserves some of the thanks," Sara said. 
"She did a lot of distracting, too."

"She did, and she got thanked for it and then some." 
She laughed. "I'm really surprised she hasn't killed 
you yet with how insatiable she is."

"She's only that bad with you. I'm usually the worse 
one."

"Speak of the devil," I said, spying Kim as she stepped 
out the front door and hopped down to us.

"I ain't no devil, Mr Man," she said, sticking her 
tongue out at me, then turned to Cindy. "Ready?"

"As long as you promise to keep the groping to a 
minimum until we get to my place."

Kim mock pouted, then grabbed both of Cindy's breasts 
and squeezed before scurrying around to the passenger 
side. Cindy just shook her head and unlocked the car. 
Kim clambered in and Cindy turned back to me and Sara.

"Another time, another place? Any dates set?"

"I don't think there's anything solid," I said.

"I know at least one thing that is," Sara said, smiling 
innocently, and Cindy made a pleasant sound of 
agreement.

"Besides that, naughty girl."

She grinned and kissed me, and I slipped an arm around 
her waist as she leaned against me.

"We'll call, I think. I think the party was the only 
big plan for a while."

"Alright," Cindy said, nodding, then gave us each 
another kiss. "See you two later, then."

We waved and watched them pull out, then headed back 
inside to help clean and put stuff away before taking 
our own leave.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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