The fifth book

“Hold on,” you say, pulling it out. “What’s this?”

They gather around you with interest. Lily’s cool girl act is pretty much gone. She’s on a bed with two girls who are naked under robes. You and Stef aren’t the hottest babes in Gurlberg, but no one would kick either of you out of bed. On top of that, Lily is loving the literature.

“It’s, uh…” you say, startled by what you see on the cover. Women in uniforms. “Women’s Barracks,” you read aloud. The book is old. Really old. “What the hell’s going on in here?” you say as you open it up, and they crowd in on either side of you to look.

In the pages you find words very different from what’s in the smutty books. This is more like a real book, but it’s still talking about lewd things… just not only lewd things, and in an old-timey voice. This book is about women who served in World War II in some kind of special department. It’s all very boring; they were secretaries and stuff, far away from the fighting, so it might not be fiction. Well, it’s boring in terms of bombs and planes and stuff.

It's not boring when it gets into what these women were up to after work.

It’s not very explicit, but the implications are hot enough on their own. An experienced older woman helping younger recruits learn the ropes… threesomes with married guys, stuff like that.

“This book is gay as fuck,” Stef blurts out.

“No! No, it’s not,” you counter. “They did just do a three-way with this officer guy.”

“Whatever. It’s right here! She wasn’t there for the dude, she was there for the sexy French broad,” she insists.

“She’s right,” Lily tells you with a sympathetic look. “I hate to tell you. Your mom’s gay.”

“Oh my god. No.” You try to snatch the book away, but think better of it because it’s old and you don’t want to damage it. “Whatever. You don’t know where she got this.”

“We know she reads it a lot,” Stef says, looking at the creases.

“It’s old!” you insist.

Lily gets in your face. “Does your mom like dark meat? Keep your door shut when I come back here with her, OK hun? Or should I take her to CCL House? Share her with my girls?”

You laugh. “OK. Right. What girls?”

“I have girls,” Lily says defensively.

“Your mom is so fucking hot,” Stef is saying. She has the book now. “I knew she was cool. I knew it. She’s always had just this sexual energy…”

“I will kill you with an axe,” you promise her.

“Join CCL first,” Lily says, leaning back and idly looking into the box. She picks up one of the vibes, then tosses it back in.

“Why?” you ask.

“Because you know we’ve had that shit happen,” Lily replies with a shrug. “Psychos and stuff. More than once. Must be some kind of curse. Anyway… I’m gonna fuck your mother.”

“What is wrong with you two?” you splutter.

“Oh, yeah.” Lily gets comfortable, looking at the ceiling. “Bet she’s real sore after a long day. Give her a little foot rub.” She picks up one of the smut books. “And you know she wants to take it. So I’ll bring my strap. You better sleep over somewhere, Carla. Because your mom is not getting any sleep. So you aren’t either. I’ll keep this whole neighborhood up.”

“OK, enough,” you say, pouncing on her. “I know how to shut you up.”

Unfazed, she looks up at you as you hold her down by her shoulders. Then she looks at your erection. Your robe has come open and it’s on display.

“With that?” she asks.

“Yeah,” you say, giving her your cockiest look.

“Take that robe off,” Lily says to Stef, who is the reddest you have ever seen her. Nervously, she does so. Lily looks at you. “Your friend’s bigger than you. Maybe I should let her do it. You want to?” she asks Stef, who nods vigorously.

“She’s not bigger than me,” you say, leaning back and tossing your robe off the bed. You look down at your cock. Hard, you and Stef are about the same. Soft… she is a little bigger. Maybe. Maybe she is… minutely thicker.

But she has gone at least a few days without shaving down there while you are impeccably groomed. Lily’s just fucking with you. She wants you both.

“Come here, children,” she says with a regal air, and you and Stef both crawl over. Doing her best not to bust out laughing, she plays with your cocks: weighing them, pinching the foreskins, squeezing them. “A girl like you all might be popular at the house,” she muses.

“I’ll come over,” Stef says hoarsely. Lily isn’t even trying to pleasure her, but she’s still feeling it. Is she going to cum from just this? You hope that she doesn’t. That would be embarrassing.

Lily snorts and sits up, wiggling out of her top. No bra or anything. Then she leans back and unbuttons her jeans, revealing plain, white, high-waisted panties. She kicks the jeans off and lies back, soaking it in. It’s almost comical what a slut for attention she is. She is savoring this.

You are savoring the view of her in her panties. Stef is nearly drooling.

Lily pretends not to notice and examines her fingernails. “Is there anything you all wouldn’t do to fuck me right now?”

“Nope,” you say without hesitation.

“Suck each other off, then. First to finish has to watch,” she says.

That gives you pause. You look uneasily at Stef, who can’t get any redder. Now you’re blushing too.

“OK,” Stef says, apparently unbothered by the idea. Figures. She was trying to fuck you an hour ago. She’d fuck an apple pie at this point.

“OK,” you say back, holding her gaze. For one very brief moment, Lily is forgotten and it is just you and Stef, looking into each other’s eyes.

But… Lily doesn’t realize that it’s not a fair contest.

Stef lost her virginity last night and is now riled up beyond all reason. You, meanwhile, lost your virginity three years ago and have not only some experience, but a shred of self-control.

Win Lily’s contest?

Or let Stef win?