Meet Shelby

“I told Shelby I would meet up with her,” you say. Those are your words, but Delilah can see your face. You can’t hide it. You really want to forget this whole initiation thing and go wild with Delilah. It’s funny… you barely noticed her before tonight. You always had your eyes on the blondes: Hailey and Kylie.

But Delilah is way cuter.

“Seriously?” She makes a hilarious face of disbelief. You almost laugh, but… you better not make too much noise.

“Shh. Come on. Let’s make this quick.” You turn and hustle off through the dark, and she follows you. Funny… you’re almost getting used to running around naked. The dark helps.

You find Shelby at the box.

“Did you get rid of them?” you ask her.

“I don’t know. I didn’t see anybody around the stairs,” she says. “They must have changed their mind about coming down here.”

“Thank god,” you say.

“Hi there,” Shelby says, her eyes lighting up as she sees Delilah with you.

“Stop that,” Delilah says, hiding behind you. So she’s not quite as bold with Shelby, huh?

“Why’d you want to meet up? I don’t owe you anything if you didn’t distract them,” you remind her.

Shelby rolls her eyes. “I just wanted to show you something else.” She has something in her hands. What? You shiver, gesturing impatiently.

“What?” The CCL scrapbook was cool, but you’re in the middle of your initiation. You need to be cleaning up that paint on the floor and hiding. And maybe getting to know Delilah a little better. Not looking at junk in a basement.

Delilah makes a snorting noise and moves past you. “What is that?” she asks, giggling. She takes the object from Shelby and holds it up. “No way.”

You see what she means. It’s a vibrator, but not like any you’ve seen before. It’s old. Like… from the seventies. It’s white plastic with a black, rubber grip.

“That’s a real CCL heirloom,” you admit.

Delilah clicks it on, and to your surprise, it buzzes to life. She quickly turns it off. None of you expected it to have a working battery inside. Hmm. Maybe the person who puts things in this scrapbook uses it, but this is a weird place to masturbate. You shake your head.

“It works,” Shelby says, looking playful. “You should try it.”

“Ew,” Delilah replies. “No way.”

She has a point. This thing was in this gross, dirty basement. And, of course, you know exactly where it’s been.

“Don’t be a pussy,” Shelby says.

“You don’t be a pussy,” Delilah shoots back.

“Yeah. You use it,” you say, pushing it back into Shelby’s hands. She looks hesitant.

“Oooh, oh my gosh. Yes,” Delilah says excitedly. “Here’s your show.” She wiggles her body a little.

Shelby looks uncertainly at the vibe, but she’s too stubborn to back down.

“Don’t mind me,” Delilah says, using her sponge to clean the last of the paint off her cute feet.

Shelby gives you both this look. “Will you pose?”

Delilah grabs you and turns you around. You both huddle together to whisper.

“Let’s do it,” she says. Man, she’s so bold. She has her hands cupped by her chest, indicating how huge Shelby’s boobs are. “I have to touch them. Cover her mouth.”

Man… now you’re the one who can’t back down. You can’t be a buzzkill to Delilah twice in a row.

The ceiling creaks, and then you hear something else. You look around suspiciously, but you can’t see anything in the dark. Anyway, you can’t be a pussy. Being straightlaced is not attractive, and it’s suddenly really important to you that Delilah like you.

“OK,” you say to Shelby. Delilah arches her back and raises her hands over her head in a classic pinup pose. You turn around and bend over, looking back at Shelby over your shoulder.

Shelby is wearing the expression of someone asking herself how she got into this situation, but she looks pleased to be here. She sits on the box and spreads her leg, touching the vibe to herself over her shorts.

You put your finger to your lips to remind her that you need quiet.

She turns on the vibe, which buzzes. It’s not very theatrical masturbation… all you really get to see is her facial expression and the little movements from her legs. She starts to breathe hard.

“We’re helping,” Delilah says suddenly, moving in to perch on the box beside her. You suddenly remember that Delilah got just as much rum as you did… this may not be the real her. She might just be drunk.

She leans in and kisses Shelby on the mouth, grabbing her breast and squeezing it through her top. You have to get in on this. You sit on Shelby’s other side and slide your hand into her shirt, popping her bra and feeling that fleshy breast directly. Shelby moans into Delilah’s mouth. You use your free hand to grab her wrist, keeping the vibe on her clit. Shelby’s warm, soft body is sandwiched between you and Delilah, and you all move with the rhythm of her breaths.

Delilah gives you a chance, and you take her place. Shelby tastes like peppermint chewing gum, but she’s a fierce kisser. You gently squeeze her plump, firm nipple and she shudders. Her shoes scuff on the dusty floor when her legs move involuntarily. She finishes with a pitiful series of grunts as you firmly keep her mouth covered by yours, her body jerking against yours.

You let her up for air, and Delilah swoops into kiss you. You kiss her back, both of you leaning over Shelby’s panting, post-orgasmic form. You’re almost horny enough to want a turn with that vibe yourself. You reach for Delilah, intending to pull her in for a deeper kiss, but you all hear it:

The basement door just opened again.

“Shit!” You jump to your feet, and Delilah gets up too, grabbing her paint.

Delilah needs time hide, then re-paint her feet.

You need a distraction.

Go yourself? Or try to send Shelby?