Making it official

Back in school the next day Stacy felt her phone buzz in the middle of class. Finding a moment to glance at it she was presented with the picture of her own cum-covered body, only someone had switched out her eyes for googly ones. She snorted, loud enough to gain her a quick frown from the teacher. It was Mark, of course, and just like that their friendship was mended again. They spent the rest of the day in a battle of furiously cautious editing, sending the image back and forth with varying additions while making certain no-one else caught a glimpse.

On the way home the three of them took their normal route out through the park, talking through the discussions they’d had last night, either with each other or with their own inner selves. Mark was first to apologise.

“So listen, Stace, sorry I went a little skitz at you… and sorry I, like, choked you with my massive dong… that wasn’t cool at all.”

She scoffed loudly at that... boys and their penis insecurities.

“Oh, did you? I must’ve not noticed… what with trying to swallow Peter’s afterward... Tell you what, why don’t we give it another go later? I think you’ll do as a training wheel while I build up toward handling a real man, eh?”

He tried to look hurt and offended, but they both just ended up laughing again.

“Seriously though, I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t just jump into these crazy ideas of mine without asking you… In fact, me and Pete decided something last night!”

She nodded toward the other young man, plodding lankily along on her other side, he simply nodded back, happy for her to be the spokesperson for their brainstorming.

“We think we should actually make this whole set up more like an actual after-school club, you know, with rules and stuff. Sexy rules obviously, but just to give ourselves some boundaries to not tread on each other’s toes, so to speak. We should also have a name! I’m definitely putting my foot down about that… I like ‘The Three Forever Friends Magic Endless Orgy Club’...buut…”

She glanced over the two pairs of sarcastically raised eyebrows being offered and sighed.

“Fiiiiine, if anyone comes up with a better one, do tell… I thought it sounded cute… But anyway we got the first few rules drawn up of course.”

She pulled out a surprisingly pink notebook from her bag… it had a unicorn on the front… and rainbows. More eyebrows were raised, but she ignored them. Written atrociously neatly across the first page inside were the words ‘Magic Endless Orgy Club’, absolutely surrounded by little sketched-in flowers and hearts. Sometimes, just sometimes, Stacy was the girliest girl they knew… and it was creepy beyond all words.

Down below however were the pencilled in beginnings of the commandments they would from then on live under:

Rule 1: We don’t talk about orgy club

Rule 2: We don’t talk about orgy club (Yes I get the reference Pete…)

Rule 3: We won’t do anything that puts orgy club at risk of being found out/broken up/ruined forever.

Rule 3: We will try anything else once.

Rule 4: If we tried it and anyone hated it, we don’t do it again.

Rule 5: If we tried it and no-one did hate it, we can do it whenever we like.

Rule 6 (Stacy’s rule): Stacy will never say no.

Signed: Stacy, ______, ______,

The boy’s were each passed this book to read through and sign as they clambered over the usual fence. Both got to the bottom of the short list and came up looking perturbed. Neither had signed, and they stood waiting for Stacy just inside their sanctuary with a question on their faces.

“I mean it all looks fine except… What’s with this one at the bottom, rule six Stace? I take it that wasn’t one of the ones Pete came up with?” Mark confirmed this from the man himself, while their last companion took her sweet time swinging her legs over.

“No that one was all me… I just wanted you both to know where we all stood… to stop you getting all upset and worrying over something so silly as just gagging me a little. I love doing this stuff with you guys. I trust you completely. And I want to keep pushing the boundaries of what we do together. Keep finding out all the dirty secret ideas you have, but are maybe too scared or embarrassed to suggest. So… there you have it. I’ve already signed. Whatever you want to try, I’ve already said yes… Which brings me on to MY biggest question...”

The two boys stood watching their girl who would never say no, already starting to slip herself free of all those stifling items of clothing. Their minds racing back through a thousand lurid dreams they’d never even dared hope to see realised. Surely she couldn’t really mean ANYTHING? Stacy threw her bra to the floor, held up a little silver packet and asked them both in serious tones:

“Why have neither of you asked to fuck me yet?”