Meh, but things get spiced up a little.

I was underwhelmed but not exactly surprised. It turned out all of those naughty ideas of what slumber parties were like were definitely completely wrong, in this case, at least. There was no cuddling, racy games of spin the bottle, pillow fights, or practice kissing. Just a group of girls sitting around our living room in sleepwear talking about the latest gossip, movies, and fashion trends. About the raciest thing that was ever discussed was who each of the girls was crushing on at the moment. Pretty much the only activity they were partaking in together as a group was occasionally looking at their phones.

But while the conversation and activities were far from sexy, the girls themselves were another story, and some of their ideas about sleepwear were pretty daring. When I had first arrived there was a flurry of introductions that helped me put faces to names and vice versa.

Of course, there was Stephanie Hanson, who had dragged me down to the living room. She had done so in her pink fitness shorts, white tank top, and her blonde hair done in a ponytail. She was most involved with the gossip as it rolled around the room.

Yulia Kovalenko, a foreign exchange student from the Ukraine, was far quieter than Stephanie and almost never said a word. She understood English well enough, but she spoke it with a heavy accent, and I assumed she was self-conscious about it. She was very pretty, though, with long platinum blonde hair, and pale skin dotted with occasional moles. Her breasts were perhaps the third largest in the group, a fact that was clear enough thanks to the very tight t-shirt she wore, and without a bra. Otherwise, she wore a pair of pajama pants that portrayed cherries on a light gray backdrop.

Luna Estrada was next, and by far the most talkative. She was good-natured, cheery, and instantly welcoming. Of the group she laughed the most, and urged the quieter members, me included, to join in conversation very subtle ways. Occasionally her speech would dip into a slight accent, betraying her Hispanic origins. She had tanned skin, and brown hair that was highlighted and with an ever-changing style. Today it was done into a wild topknot. Luna had the largest breasts. I was pretty sure I heard someone saying they were E-cups at one point. She was wearing the raciest sleepwear of all of them, a simple black bra and panties under a sheer baby doll nightie.

Next was Arianna Keller, the next most talkative and she probably had the meanest things to say. Nearly everyone, save her friends who at worst got, an off-handed comment here and there, was on her attack radar and free game; She would give anyone a fierce tongue-lashing for nearly any reason. By contrast, however, she was the prettiest of the bunch, in my opinion. She had long, center-parted straight cut copper hair, pale skin, excellent makeup, and piercing blue eyes. She also sported the second largest bust of them all, and if Luna was an E, Arianna was like a D or DD, I wasn’t very familiar with cup sizes, though. She was wearing a silk deep red nightie that looked very comfortable, and the neckline dipped low enough that she was showing off quite a lot of cleavage. She wasn’t wearing anything else as far as I could tell, so her long legs were on full and glorious display.

Finally, was my cousin, Jennifer. Brunette hair cut in a short bob, square-rim glasses, and ever the optimist. Whenever the conversation turned sour or just a bit too mean—usually thanks to Arianna—she would find a pretty smooth and subtle way to divert the subject into positivity again. She was a great host, able to make sure the tone of the conversation stayed light-hearted and fun no matter what happened. Jennifer was dressed in a simple green oversized t-shirt and some yoga shorts.

Jennifer and I had a decent relationship most of the time. She was charming and popular in her school despite being kind of nerdy. When asked about it, she’d say that being nerdy was “in” right now. As someone who had been frequently bullied for my own geeky nature, this concept was altogether foreign to me.

I wasn’t related to her by blood; my aunt had her from a previous relationship before marrying my uncle. Both were immediately and wholeheartedly accepted as part of the family, to the point that when my uncle divorced Aunt Elise and moved away, they had their feet solidly in the door of my extended family. Nobody in the family had heard from my uncle in years, but these two stuck around despite not being blood relatives, and everyone else in the family loved them, even my grandparents, Uncle Eddy’s parents.

In the end, the trade for Aunt Elise and Jennifer was far more favorable than old Uncle Eddy. Jennifer in particular was pretty, popular, and was going to a good college next year. She inherited her mother’s no-nonsense attitude when it came to dealing with people when they turned frustrating, and her father’s extraverted nature when it came to wanting to surround herself with friends.

I was sitting between these latter two individuals, and I felt like I was stuck between yin and yang. Nothing but positivity on one side, ceaseless negativity on the other. Thankfully, none of the group made any fuss about my sudden presence among them, and Luna even mentioned that she was surprised none of them had ever thought to include me. It was true, they were treating me just like “one of the girls”, while still acknowledging I was male with pronouns and the like. Very rarely was my real gender referenced among them, and if it was, it was part of some light-hearted joke.

But aside from the wonderful view and occasional teasing, the slumber party itself was very benign and mundane. Just girls talking about girl stuff. This gave me plenty of time to think about why on Earth I had the idea that this would be more interesting than it was. Probably some kind of cultural or media conditioning. This development was about to make me sad when I felt the weight of the rulebook in my lap.

“What’s that?” Jennifer asked suddenly, as if on cue, and pointed at the notebook.

Before I could even think to respond, Arianna snatched it up. Panic welled up inside me. If they saw the rule I made, in tandem with the note on the inside cover, they might begin to suspect something. I could feel sweat forming on my brow.

“Writing Notes,” Arianna spoke slowly as she held the cover in front of her, as if reading it. But that wasn’t what the cover said, and I knew that. Surely, she did too, right? But then she opened it and flipped through the blank pages, “whoa, lots of nerdy stuff in here,” she continued. But she was flipping through blank pages. I was stunned into silence.

For a brief moment I questioned my own sanity, like perhaps I was hallucinating all of this. In the end I decided that this wasn’t the case, and frankly even if it was, I may as well roll with the punches and enjoy the ride.

“Yeah, Casey’s kind of a dork,” Jennifer said, endearingly, “he’s trying to become a writer.”

“Why’d you bring that with you?” Stephanie asked.

“Uh, well, you never know when inspiration will strike, you know. And this is a new experience.” Given my existential crisis a few seconds ago, my voice was a little uneven.

“That’s so true!” Luna exclaimed, “whenever I get inspired to do something new with hair, it’s always in the weirdest situations.”

I expected a response from Arianna, something like an insult or a dismissal, but instead she said, “Huh, fair enough, I guess.” She then tossed the notebook back into my lap. That struck me as surprisingly out of character for her. I felt like she would sling out something rude just as an auxiliary if nothing else.

This made me question something I couldn’t believe I never questioned before. Was Arianna ever mean to me? I could only specifically remember one time when we first met, but now that I thought about it, I wasn’t sure she was ever mean or rude directly to me after that. It was possible that my history of being bullied meant I was good at brushing it off and ignoring it, but the possibility was fascinating. I wondered why she would avoid it with me.

In any case, the group of them, fully entranced by the new topic of writing, started talking about their favorite books and favorite genres. In the meantime, I went back to thinking about what I truly was hoping for from this experience of being in a slumber party. It hit me before long, a term that fit perfectly: skinship. What I wanted from this slumber party was for the girls to get close and personal, not with any sort of romantic agenda, but pure friendship. And now that I had this word to work with, I knew just how to get the ball rolling.

Old rule: Skinship is often performed casually between female friends and acquaintances as a method of stress relief, recreational activity, boredom relief, or as a normal act of friendly bonding. Women consider skinship fun to take part in.

That was a good start. I looked around to see if anything changed about the girls or the room around me. No such luck, everyone was doing exactly what they were before, and after a minute or two of watching silently, it became clear nothing was going to change.

“What about you, Casey,” Jennifer asked, “what kinds of books do you like?”

“Oh, uh,” I began, flustered a little and looking around at all the expectant faces, “I like fantasy and sci-fi stuff... but also uh... romance too.”

“Is that what you write?” Yulia asked quietly in her distinct accent.

I grinned a little, nervously. I mostly wrote flat-out smut, typically as a means of relieving my crippling loneliness and horniness. I supposed that such stories were technically romantic, at least the way I wrote them, and some of them were fantasy-themed, so I decided I didn’t really have to lie.

“Pretty much, yeah.” I replied.

This was met with a chorus of “aww”ing sounds from just about everyone. This reaction made me blush a bit and avoid eye contact with them. Still, given that I was a guy I expected a much more toxic response, I was glad that wasn’t what happened. Also, was it me, or did Arianna look a little bit happier now?

“Oh, that reminds me, are you still crushing on Gavin, Steph?” Jennifer asked her ponytailed friend.

This was good, now that the spotlight wasn’t on me anymore, I went back to the rulebook and tried to figure out why nothing had changed. It took me embarrassingly long to realize that I hadn’t really established what “skinship” was in this context. Thinking that the best way to alleviate this error, I set myself to writing.

Old rule: Skinship is defined as interactions between two individuals that would otherwise be romantic or sexual, but are instead considered purely platonic. As these acts are considered friendly in nature, they transcend sexual preference or orientation. Acts of skinship include touching, feeling, groping, kissing, cuddling, staring, ogling, and/or manipulating clothes.

The genius, in my opinion, of this combination was that this rule could be expanded upon whenever I wanted by simply adding more items to the ongoing list. For right now, this was all I would need to see to be truly happy, but I could expand the list if I thought of something else.

And my work paid off almost immediately. Yulia, who was on the other side of my cousin, scooted across the floor to cuddle up against Jennifer in a surprisingly erotic manner. Her hand was moving up and down the brunette’s thigh in almost a loving way, and the two occasionally turned to smile at each other.

Beside Yulia, Luna and Stephanie were getting pretty cozy too, the latter had slipped behind the stylish Latina and was sliding her hands all over her voluptuous cruves, including her large breasts. Luna was the one speaking about the half a dozen or so guys she was crushing on. The grinning blonde behind her bouncing her mammaries up and down for the entire group to see made the experience very surreal.

Finally, on the other side of me, Arianna had moved her hand into my lap and began groping my package. If the view alone didn’t give me a boner, this particular rubbing definitely was doing the trick.

I floundered for a moment, trying to figure out why this was happening all of a sudden. I was pretty sure I had specified that these acts of skinship occurred between female friends. Then I remembered and felt consequently very silly. My first rule made everyone consider me female, of course. This had the unintended consequence of meaning I got to be inviolved in all these forms of skinship too. And oddly, the specific about skinship being fun to be involved with was also applying to me. I actually got a sort of rush from being groped, not just because it felt good. It was the same feeling I got when I wrote about something I was inspired to write, when I was watching a good movie, or reading a good book.

I was definitely not about to complain, even if it was Arianna doing it. In fact, the fact that it was her somehow made it even better. Here was a gorgeous but extremely prickly woman like a desert cactus with a vibrant flower, kneading at my junk out of apparent boredom. How many people daydreamed about this kind of encounter with her; Hell, how many people daydreamed about her even just paying attention to them in any manner that could be considered positive?

“Okay Ari,” Stephanie looked at the redhead over Luna’s shoulder. Her hands had wormed inside the sheer nightie and were squeezing her large breasts in her black bra. “Your turn, and this time you don’t get to wiggle out of it.”

“Huh?” Arianna responded, apparently she, like me, had only been half paying attention.

“Your crush, girl! We have to know who you’re crushing on.” Luna replied.

A mote of panic appeared in Arianna’s eye, and her hand began groping a bit more intensely at my package reminding me that I had specified skinship as a form of stress-relief.

“Well, I’m more interested in who Yulia is pining after,” she replied.

I turned to look and immediately got light-headed. The intense cuddling session the Ukrainian girl was sharing with my cousin at some point had turned into a quiet and romantic kissing session.

Yulia parted lips from Jennifer, a string of saliva still connecting them, and said, “I already said I liked that boy Andrew in my history class.” Then she promptly returned to gently smooching and smiling at my cousin. This scene lent a great deal of hardness to my cock, and I was sure my hotheaded neighbor felt it.

“Uh, well...” Arianna stumbled.

“C’mon girl, quit trying to get out of it and just say it!” Luna said, placing the palms of her hands on top of Stephanie’s and helping her rub her breasts.

I had my own problem, Arianna’s hand movements were becoming less like groping and more like stroking, and it was going at a maddening pace. At this rate I was going to pop. This was kind of bad, I hadn’t written any rules about ejaculating in public. I didn’t have any time to come up with something either.

“Okay fine! It’s Casey! I like Casey, okay? Fuckin’, lay off me!”

The room was filled with gasps and froze, I would have had a similar reaction if in that moment I had not burst and was thrust into orgasm as my sweatpants began to fill with my own spunk. I expected Arianna to quickly pull away her hand, she didn’t. Instead, she was staring at me and blushing furiously.

“Oh my god, did Casey just cum in his pants?” Stephanie asked, and heat was beginning to rise in my own cheeks. This was it; I was about to get kicked out of the party. I hadn’t accounted for something like this happening when I came up with my rules.

“Are you okay, cuz?” Jennifer turned and asked, with genuine concern behind her square-rimmed glasses.

“It... it was because of me, okay?” Ariannna suddenly exclaimed, only now removing her hand, “I went a little overboard is all, and I was stressed and nervous because you bitches wouldn’t let up. You happy now?”

“Whoa, calm down chica we were just having fun. It’s okay, it’s bound to happen sometimes, right?” Luna said, diplomatically.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I just came in my pants, and I was being defended, and of all people Arianna was trying to take the blame. I guess I didn’t really need to account for it in the rules after all. It made its own weird kind of sense; if skinship included things like groping and kissing, orgasms were bound to happen sometimes.

But I was also reeling from Arianna’s sudden confession. Seriously? Me? Her best friend’s nerdy cousin who stayed up in his room all the time like a creep? She had a crush on me? She was hot enough to get any guy she could ever want, and a few of them would probably be into being verbally abused by her. But now that I thought about it, that may have been why she was never mean to me, it was starting to make some strange kind of sense.

“Yeah, it’s cool, don’t worry about it,” Jennifer added, and the other girls nodded along. “Casey might want to get a change of pants, though.”

I nodded and stood up. I really wanted to talk to Arianna about her confession, but now was definitely not the time. Instead, I prepared to make my way upstairs when I remembered something and groaned, “Shit, it’s laundry day.”

“Oh, are all of your pants in the wash?” Jennifer asked.

I nodded.

“Well, I’ll see if I have something you can wear in the meantime. I bet I have something that will fit you.”

Both of us then got up and made our ways upstairs. I didn’t find out until much later, but while my cousin and I were upstairs, the other girls were trying to convince Arianna to go up there to talk to me in private