"Can I lick you back there?"

"So..." Cathy said to the ring of listening girls. "My boyfriend asked me if he could lick me, um, back there." The busty blonde American waved a hand vaguely at her buttocks. "I wanted to know if any of you other girls had anyone ask you for something like that."

Cathy looked round the room. Suki's eyes widened, but only a little. Maybe she was less naive than she seemed. The redhead twins Sam and Eric each held a hand over her mouth, and they had smile crinkles in the corners of their eyes. Allison looked at Cathy steadily, curious to hear more. Anita didn't hide her smile. Jo looked thoughtful, but she usually did.

"Do you mean he asked to lick your arsehole?" Jo asked.

Cathy turned pink in the face and nodded. Remembering that Jo couldn't see, she cleared her throat and said, "Um, yes."

Jo continued, "What did you say to him?"

"I can't remember if I said, 'Ew gross!' or 'Um, no thank you,' you know, actually," Cathy replied. "He didn't ask again."

Cathy shifted her shoulders, causing her cashmere sweater to tighten across her chest. Sam squeezed Eric's hand and whispered to her twin, "Is she doing that on purpose?"

Cathy cleared her throat and asked, "Has anyone else had their boyfriend ask for that?"

"No one has asked me for that," Suki said, casting her eyes down. She hiccoughed. "Pardon me!" she said. Though Suki spoke shyly, Cathy wondered that she was so quick to reply.

Eric elbowed Sam and whispered something to her. Sam squinted her drink-hazed eyes and looked closer at Suki.

Allison stuck out her chin. "Eh, not him!" she said with a snort. The black British girl shook her head. "He might be wild for toys, play-acting, or tying me up, but it's a fair push even getting him to lick me up front!"

"Boyfriend?" Samantha said, slouching back in her seat. She shook her head. "Never."

"Naah," her sister Erica said. "No boyfriend asked me that."

"Fear not, Cathy," Anita said. "You're not alone. I've been asked the same thing."

"Really?" Cathy said.

"I'll make it a party of three, then," Jo said. "I've been asked."

"You have?" Cathy said. "You're not teasing?"

"Cross my heart and hope to kiss a frog," Jo said.

"Well don't keep us waiting, girls," Allison said, "When you got asked, what did you say?"

"I said... yes," Jo said.

"Well, actually I said... yes," Anita said.

"So... so... so what's it like?" Cathy stammered out. Her color had heightened to bright pink.

"It's... different," Jo said.

"Ticklish. In sort of a nice way. But not like feet, say," Anita said.

"Yes. I couldn't compare it to anything really," Jo said. "I could try to tell you what it was like for me, but I suppose if you really want to know, you'll just have to ask someone to help you try it out."

Cathy's face was crimson. She sat back down by Jo.

"Well Jo," Anita said. "You still owe us something personal and sexy. Do you want to tell us about it?"

"Only if it's alright with Cathy," Jo said. "But that wouldn't have to be the thing I tell about. Even if it's half told. I get the feeling the twins might have a good story, from all their sniggering."

"Sniggering?" Erica said.

"Sniggering." Allison said.

Jo put a hand on Cathy's arm. "Are you feeling OK, Cathy?" Jo could feel Cathy's nervousness, but not just nervousness. She slipped her hand into Cathy's and squeezed.

Cathy shifted and swallowed, not quite finding her voice. She squeezed back on Jo's hand.

Suki looked over at Cathy with a concerned look on her face.

"Maybe you should walk her home, Jo," Sam said.

"It is a long way up those stairs, and she is a bit tipsy," Erica teased.

"Eh, you two," Allison said. "You're just trying to break up the party before you have to say your parts. You tried to make me go doubles on mine! What you have to hide?"

"Cath?" Jo asked. "Up for more stories, or should we call it a night?"