Ch 15

I was just about to finish my work when I heard a knock on my door, followed by Katie's voice, asking whether she could enter.

"Come in," I called even as I closed the current picture I was working on. I didn't think she would appreciate the almost naked pictures of her sister on my computer. The door opened to reveal her thin figure, this time wrapped in a knee-length loose skirt and an equally baggy t-shirt. For an unfamiliar eye, it might have looked like she was trying to look as unattractive as possible, as they weren't the most flattering of the clothes, but there was another detail I managed to catch, both pieces were thin enough to barely impede the sensation of touch. Considering the activities we were in the last time, it wasn't hard to guess it was intentional, and even if I failed that, the demure smile on her face was enough to remind me that. "By the way, where is your notebook?" I asked, unable to keep myself from teasing her a little.

"Notebook?" she asked confusedly as she walked the stairs.

"Notebook," I repeated. "The one you are going to take your notes on as you question me about the art history."

She stopped instantly, her gaze finding my face to check whether I was serious, dreading to inform me about she had something else in mind and the interview was just a foil to come to my room. But her gloom melted when she noticed the teasing smile on my face. "Jerk," she murmured in good humor as she continued her walk until she stood in front of me, waiting for me to act.

I had other ideas in mind, so I turned towards her in my chair, but did nothing, waiting for her to act. A few seconds passed, and she started to sway indecisively as nervousness struck her, but she failed to take action. I deliberately sighed in a display of disappointment. "You need to be more comfortable, not just receiving intimacy, but initiating it as well," I said even as I caressed her arm with a finger.

There was a serious expression on her face, telling me that she understood the significance of what I was asking, however slight it looked at the first glance. All of the intimate actions during our fake relationship had been initiated by me, and now I was asking her to take an active part on that. Interestingly, the realization of its importance didn't delay her actions by much. Her expression shifted into one of resolution as she plopped herself on my lap.

"Better," I said. "But it's just a beginning, let's see how far you can push by your own violation."

Her layer of self-confidence trembled at my words, so she took a deep breath in an attempt to reinforce her calmness. She brought her hand on my face, slowly caressing my cheeks, trying to replicate my casual intimacy as her fingers danced over my cheek. An impression that was trickily difficult to achieve in the normal conditions, and plain impossible with her fingers, shaking with nervous excitement.

At first, she was simply adorable, but as the seconds rolled, her confidence rose, her fingers started to move in a more confident manner. More interestingly, she pressed her other hand on my chest for balance as she started to slide forward bit by bit.

What surprised me, however, that she didn't stop like I expected when she was at the middle of my thighs, but continued forward in a steady rate, until she was sitting directly above my shaft, which had grown quickly in response to her presence.

"Very impressive," I murmured, making her beam with a satisfied smile, one that was a perfect mixture of cute and sexy. Tempted, I leaned forward, capturing her lips in a surprise kiss, my arm curling around her waist reflexively to prevent her escaping when I felt the hand on my chest pressing further.

However, in a complete surprise, my arm stayed limp around her waist because she didn't try to pull back. Instead, her hips started to dance simultaneously with her lips, grinding my lap in a repetitive yet enticing move. I repressed the desire to push my tongue in her mouth. Aggressiveness would give the decision-making back to me, and that was the exact opposite of what I wanted to happen, the kiss was already a mistake from that end, one that could be compensated. There was no need to enhance it with another that the plan might not recover from.

The fruits of the plan started to show, when I felt her tongue caressing my lips, requesting an entrance, too timid to push its way through. I parted my lips, accepting her hesitant presence into my mouth, gently caressing my tongue. I let go of the control of the time, and focused on enjoying the sensation.

She only pulled back when she was in a dire need of breath, the limited intake from her nose unable to meet the needs of her rising excitement. Her face was alight with arousal, her eyes shining as she found herself in the throes of an unfamiliar excitement. I could see an unworded question in her gaze, so I just nodded in approval.

Her face brightened even further as she leaned forward my lips, but the more captivating detail was her fingers, wrapped around my wrist. She gently pulled my hand. It slid under her skirt, where I expected her to stop, so I was quite surprised when she dragged it until my fingers were over her bra.

Never one to reject such an invitation, my fingers started to dance over her breasts, increasing her muffled moans despite her bulky bra reducing most of the impact. I considered pushing further, but she acted once more before I could. Caught in the heat of the moment, her fingers found my other wrist, this time leading it under her skirt.

But surprises were not over yet. A few seconds later, even as my fingers danced over her thighs she slid her bottom a bit. At first, I had thought that her last move had pushed her out of her comfort zone, but her adventurous fingers disabused me of that notion soon after, when they started to tinker with my belt, her impatience clear in her hurried touches. First, my belt fell open, then the buttons of my pants. Contrary to my expectations, she didn't slow down a bit before grabbing the edge of my underwear and pulled down, releasing my shaft to her attention.

Only after her fingers grazed my cock, she pulled away from the kiss, a sudden hesitancy dominating her face. I nodded, indicating her to continue, and she wrapped her fingers around my girth once more, this time much surer, the soft texture of her hand making me even harder. Then, her lips closed over mine once more.

At first, I have done nothing other than softly massaging her skin at the locations she led my hands, as she explored my length in motions that got more confident with each repeat. Soon, she was pumping me in an enjoyable rhythm, her enthusiasm more than enough to compensate for her novice skills. I decided to go forward. It was hardly fair for her to visit the third base when I was still failed to capture the second fully.

My hand slid from her belly to her back, gently trailing her spine upwards until it arrived at the hooks that were keeping her bra in place, and a twist later, the hook had separated, loosening the hold of her bra over her chest, enough for me to cup her small yet firm breasts easily, but I had more interesting ideas, seeing that she failed to notice what had just happened. I traced the bands of her bra until I reached to the point where they met with the straps. Bingo, I thought when I checked to see the straps were detachable as well. A struggle that was slightly lengthier than the one that was required to unhook the bra. I mirrored the same motion at the other side, divesting her bra off any support, so when I pulled it off, it came off easier, no pesky shuffling required.

That managed to penetrate her bubble of focus. She tried to pull back, but my hand was ready, pressing her back to keep her in place. Her struggle lasted a while, but I didn't take it seriously, considering her hand was still around my girth, pumping rapidly. As expected, her struggle died a few scant seconds later, leaving my hand free to explore her body as my desires directed.

Our bodies were conveniently pressed together, allowing me to feel the jolt that passed through her body when my fingers danced over her breasts, teasing her nipples with fleeting touches. Her rhythm quickened, both of her hands and her lips, her tongue asking permission to enter once more. This time, instead of letting her enter without any comment, however, my tongue jumped out to meet her in the middle. If she wanted something, she needed to fight for it.

Minutes passed in the same position. I was tempted to push further, but that would waste all my efforts to entice her to take initiative. I could feel a release was growing steadily, but I didn't warn her until the last second, where pulled back from the kiss without a warning. "I'm cumming," I said. I had to admit, watching the panic bloom her face played no small part on my final climax. In her panic, she grabbed the easiest thing she could use to cover it, her shirt.

I couldn't help but smirk in satisfaction as she looked at the large stained patch in front of her shirt, nor when she raised her fingers to examine them in shock, stained slightly white despite the presence of her shirt.

"Good work," I said. My words managed to cut through the shocked haze of her face, grounding her back to reality. She looked at me, her mouth open, but no words leaving it other than an indecipherable mumbling. "You're better equipped to convince Madison about our 'relationship', now that you are experienced about the mechanics."

"Right!" she mumbled in an expression of complete shock, showing that the supposed reason had managed to slip out of her mind in the heat of the moment. "It'll definitely come useful tonight."

"Tonight?" I said. Even as I decided to leverage the position of my hands once more, one under her skirt, the other under her shirt. started caressing her once more. Somehow, she managed to register the attention.

"I'm going to stay at Madison for a girls' night. Kind of a slumber party. We do that around once a month. Her mother is going to pick me up in half an hour."

I should have left it alone, but the potential for fun was too hard to resist. "And what would happen if I sneak at Madison's bedroom window halfway. Do you think it would help us sell the ruse even better?"

"Too risky," she replied. I didn't answer, but just continued to tease her with my fingers while looked into her eyes. It didn't take long before she nodded in resignation, but there was no hiding the excitement blooming on her face despite her best efforts.

***** ***** ***** ***** *****

It was around eleven when I decided to leave the house once more, this time, my destination was Madison's house. Still, under the effects of our encounter, it hadn't taken long to convince Katie that a visit from me in the middle of the night would be all that was required to remove Madison's doubts. It didn't need mentioning that I had different intentions of course. I even had a large bottle of juice mix with me, mixed with less than a shot's worth of cheap vodka, just enough to give it a taste, and nothing more. It was against my moral code to sleep with a drunk girl, but giving them juice and telling it was alcohol was different. A sober girl that was convinced of her own drunkenness was always an interesting thing.

For once, the upstairs held no distraction for me, so I went to my car, and a quarter of an hour later, I pulled to a street, around a hundred meters away from Madison's house, assuming that her parents wouldn't appreciate a stranger in front of their home. And when I walked there, I could see the lights from the window Katie described as Madison's room, on the second floor but easy to climb, even with the bottle in my hand, thanks to a conveniently located balcony.

A few seconds of moderate exertion, and I was standing on Madison's balcony. I glanced inside and saw that Katie and Madison were there, but I had to hide when I noticed they weren't alone. There was a third woman in the room. Well, not exactly in the room, she was standing at the doorway, obviously there to talk in passing. However, I was less interested in what was being said and more interested in the identity of her. She was tall, blond, and fit, and sported a pair of large tits that begged my fingers to disappear in them. Her clothing, a short and tight, but unfortunately opaque, negligee, was only partially useful in hiding her amazing body.

I watched her as she closed the door and disappeared, couldn't help but feel disappointed that I didn't have the opportunity to mess with her. Then, my gaze turned towards the other occupants of the room, more than enough to compensate for the loss of the stranger, though neither of them was dressed as enticing as her. Katie was wearing the familiar set of pajamas she had worn in her earlier visit, and Madison was wearing shorts and shirt, a bit too tight to be comfortable sleepwear, but doing wonders to show her figure. Even in a slumber party, she was vain about her looks.

I waited another minute to make sure the blond bombshell wasn't about to visit them once more, then knocked the window softly. Both turned towards the window, Katie in expectation, Madison in surprise, showing that Katie followed my order and didn't mention my visit. I gestured them to open the door, of which Madison reacted much quicker because Katie was busy watching her for her reaction.

"Stephen, what a surprise. What brought you here?" Madison said as her gaze traveled over me. I was glad that Katie was unable to see her expression, as with the suggestiveness she managed to pack in her gaze, even Katie would understand there was something else going on between us. Still, the suggestiveness wasn't half-interesting as the challenge mixed in there. Defeated again in our last encounter, she was burning in a desire to prove that it was another fluke, that she was the superior one. A challenge I was more than happy to take every time.

"I was planning to visit Katie already, and when she texted me where she was, I decided to see you as well. It's not a bother, is it?"

"No it's not," she said before turning towards Katie. "Though I will have a talk with someone about the rudeness of a guest before checking with the owner."

"Good," I said, raising the bottle that went unremarked until now. "I would have hated if my gift went to waste."

"Is this what I think it is?" Madison said, while Katie looked at me, alarmed at the prospect.

"It probably is," I answered. "Why don't you be a good girl and bring us three glasses, so that you can make sure." Madison left the room in a hurry, leaving us alone with Katie, who was busy glaring daggers. "You don't approve," I stated.

"I don't, it's illegal, not to mention very unhealthy."

I sighed. "Come on Katie, don't be a stick in the mud. You're nineteen, you can drive, enlist, even marry, but a bit of cocktail is suddenly too much? It's a stupid law and stupid laws deserve to be ignored."

"Still, it's unhealthy," she repeated, but this time much quieter.

"Not much if you indulge only occasionally. And, it would be fun to mess with Madison when she is a bit wasted, right?" With that, she looked a bit thoughtful. At that point, I was betting on her friendly rivalry would be enough to convince her, not that it would work as she had hoped. I was sure Madison had drunk enough to know what I prepared was almost completely juice, making Katie the target of the tonight's shenanigans. "Just make sure not to drink too much."

Before she could answer, the door opened and Madison walked into the room, carrying three shot glasses, and one larger bottle, its intended purpose revealed by her next words. "Who is ready for some truth and dare?"

"Good choice," I said before throwing a cushion on the floor, gesturing Katie to do the same. Madison passed the glasses to me before sitting herself, and I used the opportunity to fill the glasses with shots. "A bit of juice before starting," I said, passing one glass each, the last with me. "Cheers."

Madison drank her in a smooth motion just a second after me, while Katie looked at hers for a few more seconds before raising to her lips, her face scrunched as she sipped it, expecting it to taste horrible. "Hey, it's not that bad," she said. "I was expecting something bitter, listening all those people complaining about it."

It was fortunate that she was distracted, because it gave me enough time to signal Madison to play along when she looked at me questioningly about the non-existent amount of alcohol in the mixture. She looked at me questioningly, and I subtly gestured towards Katie, once again banking on the rivalry between them. She looked thoughtful for a moment, then nodded, just like Katie did a minute ago.

The female rivalry was such a useful concept.

"Let's talk about the rules of the game," Madison started as her eyes darted between me and Katie. "We spin the bottle, and the unlucky one picks either truth or dare, and the others gives the challenge or the question in alternating order. If you don't answer the question, or complete the dare, you have to take a punishment."

"What punishment?" Katie asked worriedly.

"Nothing much, maybe a couple of shots for each violation," Madison said.

"Let's make it three," I interjected with a smirk. "Just to keep things fun. It shouldn't be that easy to wriggle out of a dare." Katie looked at me doubtfully, but refrained from saying anything after a slight nod, probably because she was under the impression that the target was Madison. In reality, I was making a bet on her vulnerability against the suggestion, rather than alcohol.

"Fine by me," Madison answered as she sat across me. As usual, she was less than careful when she was sitting down, leaning forward more than it was strictly necessary, enough to inform me about the lack of a bra. Katie coughed pointedly, informing that I wasn't the only one that noticed the malfunction. Katie scuttled closer and put her hand over mine possessively. Madison just smirked at her.

"Let's start," I said, reaching towards the bottle, anxious to prevent an actual argument from breaking out. Not because I was worried, but because I wanted to keep their low-level antagonism simmering under the surface. More negativity they felt, more they would push each other without needing my explicit involvement.

I pushed, and we watched the bottle as it wobbled for a moment before coming to a stop, pointing at Madison. "Good," Katie jumped in enthusiasm. "Truth or dare?"

"Quite a hurry," I cut her off. "Have we already decided that you're going first?"

"Can I, honey?" Katie said with an exaggerated fluttering of her eyelashes. A genuine chuckle left my mouth at her display as I nodded. "Good," she added before turning to Madison once more, a smile edgier than her usual one tugging at her lips. "Truth or dare?"

"Let's start with a dare," Madison said with a smile.

"Bark like a dog," Katie followed instantly, a victorious expression on her face. Her eyes bounced towards me for a moment, making her intentions clear. She was betting on the fact that something like that would detract from Madison's attractiveness.

But the way Madison smirked told me that she had a different view. "That's the way you like to play? Humiliation?" Katie's smirk widened, pointing at the bottle in a rare display of viciousness, though it wasn't very convincing or threatening on her face. Madison didn't react, and Katie reached for the bottle and a glass, ready to fill it for Madison. "Not too fast," Madison said, stopping her from filling the glass.

"You're going to do it?" Katie asked, shocked.

"Of course," Madison said before shifting her position. She stood on all all-fours, a move that put her already enhanced her cleavage to perfect display. The satisfied look she sent to Katie left no mystery about whether it was intentional. Katie didn't look happy with the realization that her 'genius' plan had backfired. She glared at me, her expression shifting into a warning one when she realized the exact location I was focusing, but I ignored that in favor of examining the curve of Madison's breasts. Partly because it was a beautiful view, but mostly to make Katie angrier. This kind of anger worked quite well in destroying inhibitions. Meanwhile, Madison barked playfully a couple of times, both preceded by a low-key rumble that caused her breasts to jiggle in a very interesting way.

"It's enough," Katie said, cutting her off, louder than necessary. Madison resumed her sitting position, though she was leaning further than necessary, a smug expression covering her face. Katie spun the bottle once more before Madison could say anything, but this time, the bottle ended up pointing herself.

"My turn now," Madison said, her smile getting even wider.

"Wait a minute," Katie interjected. "Maybe Stephen wants to go first."

"Of course," I said despite preferring Madison going first. I didn't have the luxury of asking anything truly embarrassing due to the role I played. If I started pushing, Katie would realize what was going on. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth," Katie answered relaxedly.

"Have you ever kissed a girl?" I asked, fully expecting her to answer negatively. The thick blush that spread on her face was a surprise, but not as much as the matching one Madison was sporting. Interesting, I reckoned. Very interesting. Maybe there was another dimension to their rivalry I failed to notice. Silently, Katie reached for the bottle, filling three glasses before drinking them in a great hurry. A pointless gesture, considering that in her silence, I already received my answer.

She gave the bottle another spin in silence, resolutely avoiding my gaze. The bottle spun, the room silent other than the friction between the floor and the bottle. It ended up pointing at me. "Truth or dare?" Madison asked, who managed to gather herself quicker than Katie could.

"Truth," I said, not really feeling stressed about anything she might ask me. She didn't know anything about me, meaning she lacked the leverage to prove for weakness.

"How big is your 'thing'?" she said with a huge smirk on her face.

For a moment, the dominant expression on my face was surprise as I looked at her. Not that I had any problem answering the question, considering both girls were intimately aware of its exact dimensions. And it wasn't like I had anything to be ashamed in the first place. Then, I caught Madison looking towards Katie, revealing that I had misunderstood the target of her question. "Are you sure you can handle that information?" I said, a confident smirk back on my face.

She bristled at my words, remembering a time that she failed spectacularly to handle it. "I'm sure that will not be a problem," Madison said, challenge bright in her eyes. We were lucky that Katie was still distracted by the question, and failed to notice the subtext in the discussion.

"If that's what you think," I said dismissively before separating my hands by a considerable degree.

"You're lying!" Madison argued. "Prove it!"

I shrugged dismissively, barely managing to keep myself from commenting on Katie's amusing discomfort. I let my hand fall towards my belt, and Katie flinched, expecting me to go through with it. "You asked, and I answered. If you want to verify it, you need to spend your dare on it."

Madison smirked satisfactorily like she expected me to give that answer all along. "It's okay. I have another way to verify. Katie, is he telling the truth?"

Her blush ever-increasing, Katie found herself unable to utter a word, but under Madison's expectant gaze, she managed to give a small, hesitant nod. It was not a great mystery what she was trying not to imagine. "Really?" Madison said in a fake-surprise. Another situation where Katie's distraction turned out useful. "You're a lucky girl, Katie," she said before spinning the bottle once more, which ended up pointing at Katie once more. "Truth or dare?" Madison asked.

"Truth," she whispered after an indecisive delay.

"Good," Madison jumped. "Have you ever given Stephen a blowjob?"

Katie glanced towards me, unsure. I shrugged, leaving her free to tell whatever she wished. Her gaze bounced between the bottle and Madison. In the end, she reached for the bottle for another set of shot. When she reached for the bottle, her movement was much more aggressive than her usual, which gave me hope that my ploy was starting to work.

"Dare," I said, seeing the bottle was pointing at me. "I believe it's your turn, honey?"

"Yes, it is," Katie said even as she grabbed my hand aggressively. "Why don't you give me a kiss," she said with a giggle, leaning forward invitingly, but I could see her eyes sliding towards Madison. Some kind of revenge for Madison's latest question, I presume. Katie was staking her territory. Not exactly a bother, so I wrapped my hand around her waist, pulling her closer before smashing my lips over hers. I didn't know what kind of kiss she wanted, but at that point, I didn't care much as well, pushing my tongue against her mouth, passing through her barrier before she could even realize my assault. Under my touch, she stiffened for a moment, but mellowed soon after, showing that our training sessions weren't a total waste. That, or the trick with the drink was working better than I expected.

"That was impressive," Madison said in a pronounced cheerfulness, which might or might not be there to hide the annoyance she was feeling. Jealousy, or the annoyance at being left out, I wasn't sure. "Should I assume that this new dare is available for everyone?"

"Sure," Katie said offhandedly, her thinking impaired by the high of the heated make-out session she just experienced. "Not that you can handle it of course."

That statement caught everyone by surprise, including Katie if her sudden freeze was any indicator, but Madison didn't allow her any time to recover and fix the sentence. "Perfect, then. Especially since the next turn with Stephen is mine," she said as she spun the bottle once more, which stopped at herself. "Damn," she murmured in mock despair, but didn't neglect to send a saucy wink at me. "Maybe next time, but for now, pick one, Katie."

"Dare," she said, rightfully afraid of the embarrassing questions Madison could come up with.

"Remove your shirt," Madison said almost instantly.

"That shouldn't be allowed," Katie countered.

"No honey, you're the one that added that kiss to the list of dares. After that, you can't chicken out on that," Madison countered.

Katie could have, of course, she could have still argued that the kiss was not on the same level as stripping. But she was not in a state particularly conductive for critical thought, so she went with a simpler solution. "I can if I choose to drink instead," she said, downing another three shots. I was lucky that they hardly contained any alcohol, because I didn't want to explain to Nicole how I was responsible for her daughter's coma. Then, she spun the bottle once more, which ended up pointing Madison.

"Dare," Madison said, sending me a saucy wink. "Make it count, tiger!"

"Can I take this one," Katie jumped before I could say anything.

"Sure," I said, though it was less from generosity and more because I failed to find a dare that would make it fun without causing Katie to storm out in anger. And Katie had seen the wink Madison sent, so I was willing to bet Katie was feeling vindictive.

"Hey, that's unfair," Madison called, her expression not collaborating with her words.

"You need to drink some as well, so let's go with something simple that would force you to the bottle. And since you made it easier by not wearing a bra, I would be a fool not to take it. Remove your shirt," Katie said.

"Real creative, Kat," Madison said dismissively. Katie pushed a full glass towards her, about to fill the second one when she came to a halt because of the location Madison's hands were reaching. They had resolutely ignored the glass in front of them in lieu of grabbing the hem of her shirt.

"You cannot," Katie stammered.

"Why not," Madison answered, her shirt already halfway up, revealing her belly, smooth and attractive, without a drop of excess fat. "You're the one that gave the challenge, I don't see why you're the one that is complaining."

"But-" Katie tried to argue, but her shock was apparently bigger than her desire to explain her reasoning, leaving her silent after Madison's shirt came off, treating us with the beautiful view of her tits, partially restricted by her curly hair spilling on her chest. Not that I was complaining, as it made her even sexier.

"Let's continue," Madison said, reached towards the bottle and gave it a spin.

"Truth," I said after the bottle decreed that I was to be the next victim.

"Spoiler," Madison said, followed by a crystal laugh that caused her tits to tumble attractively, something I was able to enjoy freely because Katie was watching it dazedly as well, too focused to notice where my attention was. "So, what was your most erotic experience."

"Kinky," I said. "Are you sure your cute ears could handle that story."

"Why don't you try and see," Madison answered with a challenging smirk.

Her earlier shock finally abated a bit, Katie was watching me as well, a dash of arousal mixed in the kaleidoscope of emotions. Her presence made the story I had in mind wholly inappropriate, therefore even more tempting. "There was once a young widow called Emily, who called me to create a set of photos," I started, fudging the details a bit, but otherwise staying accurate as I told, in extreme detail, how I seduced Katie's stepmom to her and her best friend, a stream of events which culminated in the bedroom while rest of the family was in their rooms.

"That was…" Madison trailed, her breathing shallow, her eyes dilated. If Katie wasn't here, she would be in my lap, doing her best to hump me mercilessly.

"Hot," Katie completed her sentence, her arousal no less pronounced, burning temptingly. I couldn't help but feel disappointed, as if I was a bit further in the seduction of Katie, I could have pushed for a threesome, something that would be very enjoyable with two girls as competitive as Madison and Katie were involved. Alas, with things as it was, it wasn't worth the risk, so I spun the bottle once more, and it pointed at Katie.

"Dare," she said, still dazed.

"I'm sure you're feeling hot, why don't you remove your shirt?" Madison asked. It was technically my turn, but I wasn't an idiot, so I watched silently as Katie stood frozen for a moment before starting to pull her shirt off, revealing her lithe body, constrained by an ugly bra that failed to display her beautiful assets to their full potential.

Then she froze, helplessly comparing her appearance with Madison, and finding herself coming short. I leaned towards her ear and whispered. "Don't worry, you're beautiful." At my words, Katie stood straighter, and jealously flashed through Madison's face. Next few spins passed quickly, focusing almost exclusively on shedding clothes, which ended up all of us in various states of revealing. Madison was just wearing panties and I was reduced only to my boxers while Katie had managed to hold onto her bra in addition to her panties.

Madison spun the bottle once more, once again bringing the turn to me. "Dare," I said.

"You know what's next," Madison said with the smirk of a cat who fell into a tank of fresh cream. "But don't even think about hiding it with your hands."

"Sure," I said, then, without a warning, wrapped my arm around Katie's waist and pulled her on my lap. She let out a shriek that turned into a giggle halfway as I got rid of my boxers.

"It's not fair," Madison said even as she leaned forward, her hair parting to clear the view of her breasts, which only made my shaft harder, to a noticeable degree if Katie's moan was any indicator. "Lucky slut," she murmured softly, a statement Katie failed to catch, too busy in her distraction.

"You shouldn't have so specific setting in your conditions," I said. Meanwhile, Katie shifted until my shaft pressing tightly between her cheeks before looking at Madison with an expression of total victory. It must have been rare, for Katie to be preferred compared to the more classically popular Madison, which, once again, proved that high school boys had no taste. Both girls had their own charm and beauty, Katie was just as worthwhile.

"Okay," Madison said resignedly before another spin, which pointed at herself. "Dare," she said.

"Why don't you come here and give Katie a little kiss," I said even as I wrapped my arms around her waist.

"Sure," Madison said, as if to ignore Katie's strangled gasp, but I could see that under her bravado, she was as panicked as Katie. "But Katie doesn't seem as enthusiastic, so it is a bust."

I had no intention of letting her get away that easily, so I leaned forward until my lips were brushing Katie's earlobe. "She's bluffing," I whispered.

"It's a good excuse," Katie said, emboldened by my words. "But all I'm hearing is the gawking of a chicken."

"You think so," Madison said, the insult helping her to push away her reticence. She scuttled closer until their faces were less than a foot apart. "You're claiming that I'm too afraid to press my lips above hers, and looking for an excuse."

I could see that Madison was desiring the touch, but was afraid to take that last step, afraid of rejection. Katie was starting to suspect as well, if what her heartbeat told me was true, its elevated beat like a drum under my fingertips. I tightened my arms around her waist comfortingly, reminding her my statement. "You're bluffing," Katie said, and I was proud to notice only the slightest tremble in her voice. She was blossoming under my tutelage, and I couldn't wait until the harvest time.

"Try me," Madison answered, closing the distance even more. Katie watched her, slightly trembling, and I had a feeling only my presence that kept her in place, and even that was losing its effectiveness as Madison drew closer. The solution, I pressed her tighter against my shaft, its hardness suitably distracting her as Madison closed the distance. Then, it was too late, Madison was already pressing her lips against hers.

It was surprising to see them actually kissing, but not as surprising as the fact that either of them hadn't pulled back, choosing to deepen the kiss instead, in a way suggested that the tension between them might have a different source. The night was getting interesting, I thought…

At that point, lady luck decided that she had been favoring me for too long, and decided to throw a bump into my path, one that failed to account for, risking to derail everything. The door opened, and a voice that I heard earlier rang in the room once more. "Maddy-" she managed to say before a strangled cough cut off her own words. "What the hell is going on here!"

"Penelope!" Madison exclaimed as she jumped to her feet, her arms doing their best to cover her chest. "I can explain!"