SUMMARY: Six friends play a game.
RATING: NC-17
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I think this is one of the very first erotic stories I ever wrote.

Ever since Trey told me that he had enlisted Liza, Lucy, John and Dave to play the game, I was amazed. When I thought of it it chilled me. He was planning the hard part, the logistics, and the risk of getting everyone to show interest. I saw Lucy once across the quad and my cheeks flushed, but she didn't see me. Still, my face burnt, and I turned it away into the cool wind.

He had set the game up for spring break, at his parents' house. Ever since I had started dating Trey he has amazed me with how he enjoyed life, adventurously, thoroughly, and as if he took it for granted. We got to the house first. It was a Friday night. I had come home from work, showered with care, shaved my legs and the area around my cunt, but kept a little thatch of dark hair there. I put on lotion and perfume and brushed my hair. I put on jeans and a tee shirt and my leather jacket, and Trey came to pick me up.

Trey was wearing his gap pants and trendy tight sweater. He looked like a model from an ad in one of those alternative music magazines, wearing clothes that almost no one wore in reality. I didnt' like his hair cut short though. He was much sexier, much natural, during junior year when it cascaded around his shoulders. Much more androgynous. Now he just looked like a rich boy.

Which he was. The house was huge and dark and deserted, made surreal by the moonlight slanting down through the skylights. The pool lights were on outside. It was warm but windy. I stared, hypnotized for a second at the shimmering aqua and the pleasant wind, then I helped him bring some snacks out onto the patio, along with the game itself. I put about 4 hours worth of CDs on the stereo, Dead Can Dance, old Nine Inch Nails, some classical stuff, Pink Floyd, all slow and mellow.

I turned around, and Lucy was standing there. My heart skipped a beat and I knew I was blushing. She was carrying two shopping bags full of munchies. "I guess you guys beat me to it."

"Hi. You startled me."

"I saw you so i just came around back."

"It's ok. Here, I'll take one of those." I took one of the bags and glanced back at her. I couldn't believe that she was here for this, for the same reason.

Lucy wasn't a girl that got many looks from the guys, but she got my pulse racing. The two words that came to mind when looking at her were "frail" and "brown" Both of which she was, with long plain straight brown hair, pale white skin, and large brown eyes. Lucy wore simple dresses and tee shirts, and had almost a bohemian look to her. I once stared at her tan legs for an hour during chemistry class. She spoke in a quiet, simple voice whose shyness betrayed the intensity in her eyes. I wondered what it would be like to be a man, all big and hard compared to her fragility, and to fuck her. I wondered how one could not lie between her legs and crush her.

I was conscious of her behind me as I put the cokes in the fridge and put the chips into a bowl. I definately wanted Lucy. Pretty lucy. I wanted to taste her. She was quiet, and stood idly by the bar.

"How's your cat?"

"Better. The vet said she'd be ok." Small talk. I wondered if, underneath it, she felt as awkward as I did, as shy. My gaze shifted to Trey and John, at the door, with relief. Trust the guys to break the sexual tension between two women, with ease.

John was wearing black pants with leather jacket. His dark hair was wavy and fell to his shoulders, his eyes were blue, and he was so... solid. "John looks so hot," I whispered to Lucy.

"Not my type." she said to me as he disappeared down the hall with Trey. Then, she turned back to me.

"I want to kiss you," I whispered very suddenly to Lucy, although the guys were our of earshot. I looked down, shyly, and then up again to gauge her response. Like me, blood was high in her cheeks. But that was all the courage I had. I grazed her small hand with my fingertips and then walked outside to join the guys.

Liza came up next, in a red silk dress that set off her red hair, and shoes that seemed impractical. She was my oldest friend. Now, though, with the promise of the game, she seemed like a stranger. I hugged her with my heart pounding, and took the wine she offered.

Dave was late - he blew in fifteen minutes late, blond hair ruffled by the wind, and apologizing. He was the only open bisexual in our group, and got a lot of attention in his jeans. He didn't do much for me. I was personally praying to be double teamed by John and Lucy.

We were all sitting around the table, munching and drinking, the pool shimmering hypnotically in a rectangle next to us, when I realized that all of the sudden Trey was shy. I'd never seen him like this before, with red cheeks and downcast lashes. It was quite endearing.

I pulled the game out from under the table, and cleared some space.

"Ok. Is everyone sure they want to do this?" I looked around. Trey nodded. "Yes," Lucy said, and blushed furiously. "Mmm hmm," Dave said, and munched a corn chip. "Sure," Liza said, a little bit loudly.

"John?" My eyes met his, marveling at the black of his hair and the black of the center of his now wide eyes. Everyone was looking at him and it made me wonder - did they want him too, just as I did? The thought was potently erotic to me.

His eyes returned to me, and he slowly nodded. My eyes widened, and then we both knew we wanted each other. Once again, the warmth of adrenaline spread low in my gut. My nipples felt hard, even though I knew they weren't.

"Ok," I continued. "I think everyone's been briefed on the rules, but just to cover our bases, this is how the game is played." As I explained it I was vaguely aware how the structure of the game allowed me to overcome my shyness. "We take turns. At the beginning of the game everyone fills out five cards detailing a scenario they most want to happen. Then someone should collect the cards and shuffle them thoroughly. Other than that it's straightforward, you move your piece around the board and go where each square tells you."

"Also from the outset I think everyone should have chance to say if there is anything they won't do. For example, I won't let anyone do anything anal to me. Anyone else?"

Slowly, everyone shook their head.

I handed out five cards to each person. "These are the fantasy cards, everyone should detail the scenario they most want to happen. Any questions?"

There were none. I took a pen and on my first card wrote "John fucks Jessica, while Lucy eats her out." I thought for a second, and wrote "Dave sucks John who is fucked by Trey, while Lucy and Liza go down on Jessica." Then, fearing I was being a bit too greedy, I wrote on the next card "the guys have a circle jerk as the girls watch, commenting" "the girls have a circle jerk as the boys watch, commenting" and I thought hard while thiking of what to put on the next card. John turned me on so much. I wanted to see him kiss Trey. I wrote that on my final card and then accepted the cards people had already done, shuffling them with my own.

Once the cards were shuffled, a hush fell over us. "Who's going first," Liza laughed. Finally, Trey spoke up. "Jessica will, and we'll go clockwise after her."

I nodded, rolled the dice, and got a 9. I counted out the spaces. First was a truth question, one from a set of cards prepackaged with the set. I had forgotten to unwrap them, and did so, wondering what I was in for. Dave pulled one out at random, read it, and laughed, and then read "Tell the group how you masturbate, including different techniques you use to get yourself off, answering questions if necessary."

I blushed red. Did I really have to TELL these things to these people? I looked around the table. Everyone was looking at me. And they seemed turned on.

"Okay," I smiled. "Umm... whenI masturbate I take off my panties and spread my legs. I'm usually reading some erotic stories from off the internet."

"What kind of stories?" Trey asked.

"Ones with two guys, usually exploring for the first time." John's eyes were huge. I continued. "I spread myself apart and touch my clit, first gently, in circles, touching the skin overtop, and then faster and a little harder. Um...sometimes I put my fingers of my other hand inside me and move them around just a little on the very inside."

"Do you moan when you cum," Dave asked.

I swallowed. "Yeah, if there's no one around or if the music is loud. I kinda throw my head back and just... "I paused "like sort of cry out silently."

"Will you show us," John asked. Oh, you bastard.

"What d'you mean, like masturbate now?"

"No, just fake it."

"Ok." I leaned back to simulate lying down, grabbing the back of the picnic table with my hands, and threw my head back. I made my chest heave in waves, and I pretended to be intent on my orgasm, in a series of little moans, until finally I clenched and moaned and cried out and became a little liquid.

Then, I looked around. Everyone seemed excited but Dave. "That was very nice, Jessica," Trey said. "Liza, your turn."

She rolled a 12, and landed on a square that said "take off an item of clothing" Not one for a slow build, she stood up, grabbed the hem of her dress, and hiked it up, revealing a round body concealed in only tight black panties and a heaving bra. Then she sat down again, crossed her legs that still wore little strappy red sandals, and handed the dice to John.

Now I was really intent to see what square he would get. I'd never experienced suspense like this. It was like a drug. Nervously, he counted out five squares and got one that said "you will be asked a truth question of the yellow player's choice."Yellow. That was me. Oh, he was squirming. What would I ask him? Everyone was looking at me.

"John, are you hard now?"

"Yeah." His voice was husky, he was clearly turned on.

"Will you show us?"

"I thought this was just a question," Trey said.

"Yeah, he doesn't have to."

"Yeah, I'll show you." John stood up and slowly unbuttoned is black jeans. I wanted to lick my lips. Everyone Dave and Trey included, watched the bulge under the black denim. Blue and white striped boxers underneath. He pulled the tight jeans down a bit, and his dick popped out. It was pale and large and very hard, snaked through with veins. His fingers holding the base turned me on. I wanted to see him stroke it.

"Will you touch it a little?" I asked.

His hand moved the skin over it, and down, and up and down again, before he realized what he was doing. He blushed and sat down without ever rebuttoning his pants.

Dave rolled next. He was to get one of the fantasy cards we had filled out. He drew one at random. It said "Lucy eat Liza out." I was kind of jealous not to be included, but not when I saw Lucy's desperate little look at me.

"Liza, lie down on the table here," I said, moving the board aside. Gingerly and a bit self-consciously, Liza laid on the hard table. I noticed goosebumps on her skin. Shy, Lucy got up and walked to the head of the table, where Liza's legs dangled off the edge. Liza's breasts were just below my nose, and across from me John, Dave and Trey were, staring down. I could smell her perfume. It was all going on right under my nose. This was brilliant.

Lucy reached out tentatively and touched Liza's breast. Seeing her thin tan hand on Lucy's ample flesh was shocking, erotic to me. My clit was throbbing. Lucy's fingers swirled around the cloth on her breasts and then quickly straight down to her panties. Over the plain black satin, and down. Liza moaned and licked her lips. The smile on Lucy's face drove me mad as she slowly pulled the tight panties down. She stopped halfway and licked Liza's thighs. her tongue was pink and also tiny, and i wanted her so much I could burst. Her tongue teased up a little red thatch of pubic hair, and then she resumed swirling her fingers along the edges of the panties, across the pubic bone, and then down the thighs. Liza moaned loudly and humped upward. Slowly, Lucy's fingers snaked around the sides of her panties, and yanked.

Liza's cunt was surprisingly compact, red, and quivering. Her skin was pure white. Slowly, Lucy ran her fingers through the red hair, teasing it up, making visible the compact lips below. I moaned, just watching. "Spread her apart, Luce." I said, and she did. Liza cried out. Then, Lucy's head was burrowed in Liza's snatch, her fingers pulling the lips apart while her lips sucked the tiny clit inward. Liza was moaning and writhing back and forth on the table. She continued like this for two minutes or so and then stopped to slowly flick her tongue all over Liza's offered labia. Liza was moaning and begging. Then, Lucy spread her wide again and sucked her clit more. Almost instantly, she started moaning fast, again and again, her legs bent, her toes clenching the edge of the table, humping up and up and up and then she yelped and closed her legs, and lay quiet.

I could feel my clit where it had swollen between my outer lips. Suddenly John screamed, got up , and ran right into the pool, still wearing his jeans and tee shirt.

"What the fuck?" Dave said.

John surfaced, and said to us "If I don't either come, or cool off right now, I will explode."

I laughed, ripped off my watch, and dove in next to him. My clothes were stuck next to me. I swam up to him, rubbed his dick and then swam back and peeled my jeans off of me. Trey brought out towels, and Liza was still lying dazed on the picnic table. I sat back down with only my panties on and a warm towel around me. Lucy sat next to me, still dry and warm.

"Ok. Shall we continue?"