An 80s rock anthem

Vanessa makes her selection and sets it to play.

“I’ve been on an 80s kick lately…” she warns as the video pops up. The sound system blasts out some synthesizer to pump you up. You recognize the tune immediately and unconsciously bob your head to it as Vanessa starts moving to the tune of Jump. Your eyes become drawn to her supermodel body as she sways her hips from side to side in time with the rhythm. Her fingers slide between her legs as she sings the opening lyrics to the Van Halen classic.

As engrossed as you were with Vanessa’s fluid motions, your eyes zero in on the young woman’s slender fingers digging into her hole. It may be common practice to everyone else, but you may never get used to the sight. You’re shook from it as Vanessa breaks into the chorus.

“Might as well JUMP!”

Sydney and the others sing along, one arm in the air, the other down below.

“Jump!”

“Ah! Might as well jump!” Vanessa sings back.

The girls are hopping around giddily, already all into the song. You move from head bopping to hopping along as well.

“Might as well JUMP!” sings Vanessa.

“Jump!”

“Go ahead aaand jump!”

“Jump!” they cry out in unison, hopping in the air.

You all dance and sing along, jumping into the air when the song calls for it until the song plays to its conclusion. A little out of breath, you are all amped up for the rest of the night.

“Woo!” Vanessa yells out with a satisfied fist pump with her mic hand.

“Yeah!” The others applaud.

“My turn!” Vicky calls out, grabbing the mic. She already has a selection picked out and running before anyone can interject. Soon, the video comes up and the music begins. The guitar riffs, followed by deep base strums. Vicky dances along to it, bobbing her head and pouting her lips like she’s a tough guy, but shaking her hips daintily. She sings out, “st'I yarel, rnignom mcoes tuo het sun! nsi atc ,ksni ngsiakh yM ntghi si harcesstc adn So si prttye wnogr swa my Lsta it with doul! whta rgpiurn, etahonr?”

It all comes out garbled because she is holding the mic with both hands, stutting and posing with all the enthusiasm in the world. Not touching herself, Vicky sings from jumbled memory, spewing out garbled lines but keeping it all in tune. Sara giggles and runs up to her friend to run a helping hand over her friend’s pussy. Once Vicky is properly stimulated, her words become telligible.

“... More days to come, new places to go! I've got to leave, it's time for a show!”

Sara chimes in for the chorus, “HERE I AM! ...Rock you like a HURRICANE!” They both headbang to the song. “HERE I AM! ...Rock you like a HURRICANE!”

You all rock out to the anthem and applaud as the two finish, arms raised. Vicky drops the mic. Sydney dashes in to catch it. “Shit this is expensive!” she cries out.

“Well, since you got it, you pick the next song!” Vanessa says.

Sydney rolls her eyes and shakes her head before rifling through the song lists. She chooses to sing to some Pat Benatar. While she sings, she directs her attention to Vanessa. “Well you're a real tough cookie with a long history, of breaking little hearts like the one in me! That's okay, let's see how you do it, Put up your dukes, let's get down to it!”

Vanessa playfully puts her fists up and waves at Syd as if mock boxing.

“Hit me with your best shot! Why don't you hit me with your best shot? Hit me with your best shot!

Fire awaaa-ay!”

After her song, Sydney drops onto the couch, fanning herself. She has worked herself into a sweat and tugs at her shirt to air herself out. As she recovers, Sara casually picks up the mic and takes it back to the karaoke setup. She selects her song and slow, melodic music plays. The girls moan and boo over her killing of the mood.

“Shh...sh… “ she hushes them, “This is a good one…”

“We’re doing rock ballads,” Vanessa complains.

Sara is already starting her song. You recognize it as DaVinyl’s “I Touch Myself” but know it more for the songstress’ sensual tones. Sara, on the other hand, is singing it in monotone. “I love myself, I want you to love me… When I feel down, I want you above me…” It is laughable the way she is butchering the song, standing perfectly still as if she were reading out of scriptures. The rest of you chuckle until Vicky can’t take it anymore. She moves behind her friend and begins to fondle her.

The blonde runs her hand under Sara’s, replacing it between the singer’s legs. Sara’s note goes a little higher. Vicky keeps fondling until she works out a fingering technique that allows her to control Sara’s octaves.

“Oo-ooh,” Sara croons with much more feeling. “I don't want anybody else…” her eyes roll back as Vicky feels out her sensitive spots. “When I think about you I touch myself…” Sara’s back arches, presenting her rear toward her friend. She wiggles it as she continues to sing. “Oh no oh no oh no!”

Vicky’s fingers reach under Sara’s top. You can clearly see the bulges of her hands slide over the brunette’s two mounds. Sara leans back, into her friend, lifting her arms upwards as she continues the song. “I want you, I don't want anybody else, When I think about you, I touch myself!” You don’t take your eyes off the steamy scene, noting Sara’s neatly trimmed triangle shaped bush now that everyone’s hands are off it. Or maybe it’s an arrow pointing toward her pussy.

As if realizing you are staring, Vicky’s hand returns to cover it up. Her fingers plunge into Sara’s slit and Sara sings out, “Ooh ooh ooh ooh ah ah ah ah oh ah!” Before breaking into chorus one more time. By the fifth or sixth “I touch myself,” you can see Sara visibly shudder as Vicky brings her to orgasm. Vicky keeps fingering her friend until the song plays out, leading to a couple of more shudders from Sara. Finally the song stops and the two are left panting and staggering to the couch.

Sara passes you the mic. You look around to find Vanessa and Syd looking at you expectantly.

“We’ve all gone, it’s your turn,” Sydney states.

Sara and Vicky definitely changed the mood with the last pick. Should you go back to the power ballads or should you try to keep the mood going?