Yes - with something a little softer

Anita stood by the kitchen doorway, feeling Cathy’s reassuring presence beside her, watching the scene. Suki’s serene, post-coital glow was a work of art. Allison’s low chuckle and Jo’s knowing smile felt like a warm blanket. Even the twins had settled, curled up on the rug like a pair of contented cats.

It was Jo who spoke next the peace, already eager to resume the game. “Well, that was a spectacular opening act, even I can tell that. But you're nowhere near done yet Anita, you’ve got four more dares to go!”

Anita’s stomach did a pleasant little flip. The residual hum from Suki’s taste, the twins’ licks, the sheer audacity of it all, had left her buzzing. She wasn’t nervous anymore. She was hungry for more.

“Bring it on,” Anita said, her voice stronger now, laced with a newfound confidence. She walked back to the circle and sank onto the rug, crossing her legs. The spot where Suki had lain was still warm.

Allison was next. A slow, predatory grin spread across her face. “Since you’ve already got a taste for it,” she began, her eyes dark with amusement, “let’s make it a proper feast. My dare is for you to explore the rest of the buffet.” She gestured lazily around the circle. “An armpit-rating contest. You’ve got to explore each of us, one by one. Rate them on smell, taste, and touch. And then you have to declare a winner. Who’s the cleanest… and who’s the nastiest.”

A collective giggle rippled through the room. It was a dare that was both silly and deeply, intensely intimate. Perfect.

Anita laughed, a genuine, throaty sound. “You’re all insane. I love it. Okay. Who’s first?”

“Ladies first,” Cathy said, her blue eyes sparkling. She shifted forward, turning slightly to offer Anita her right side. “Mine are practically sterile. I shaved this afternoon and slathered them in vanilla lotion.”

Anita knelt before her. Cathy’s sun-kissed skin was flawless. Anita leaned in, her nose a few inches from the smooth hollow. The scent was exactly as advertised: sweet, creamy vanilla, warm from her skin, with just the faintest, most tantalizing hint of underlying warmth—the ghost of a day spent unpacking and laughing. It was utterly, deliciously girl-next-door.

“Touch,” Anita murmured. She ran the tips of her fingers over the skin. It was like satin, impossibly smooth. “Perfectly smooth. Ten for touch.” She dipped her head and let the very tip of her tongue dart out for a quick, tasting lick. “Taste is… sweet. Like dessert. And smell is… vanilla and warm skin. Honestly, Cathy, it’s like licking a cupcake. It’s almost too clean.” She sat back, grinning. “A very high-class, delicious start.”

Cathy beamed, looking ridiculously proud.

“My turn!” Erica chirped, practically shoving her sister out of the way. She thrust her arm up, her freckled skin a stark contrast to Cathy’s golden tone. Her underarm was smooth, dotted with cute little cinnamon freckles. “We shared a shower. Citrus shampoo and soap!”

Anita obliged. The scent was brighter, zestier. Like lemon and grapefruit, clean and energizing. But underneath it, there was something else… a musky, slightly salty note that was unique to Erica. It was the scent of mischief and shared secrets. Anita’s tongue flicked out. “Touch is smooth, but there’s a tiny bit of stubble coming in. Taste is… tangy. Like a citrus tart. Smell is fresh, but there’s a… a naughty little kick underneath. Very you, Eric.”

Erica giggled, delighted.

Sam was next, an almost identical copy. But as Anita leaned in, she spotted the difference. “You missed a spot shaving, Sam,” she teased, pointing to a single, almost invisible red hair. She nuzzled in. The scent was similar to her twin’s, but softer, sweeter. Less musk, more warmth. “You smell like… orange cream,” Anita declared after a taste. “Sweeter than your sister. And softer to the touch. You’re tied for first, but for different reasons.”

Then it was Allison’s turn. The athletic girl stretched her arms over her head with a confident smirk, showcasing powerful shoulders and the dark, smooth skin of her underarms. A rich, warm scent wafted out immediately—deep shea butter and coconut oil, a luxurious, earthy aroma that was fundamentally her. It was the smell of strength and confidence.

“Oh, wow,” Anita breathed, leaning in closer. This was no cupcake. This was a full-course meal. She pressed her nose right into the hollow, inhaling deeply. The underlying musk was stronger here, a potent, feminine warmth that made Anita’s mouth water. “Touch is smooth as hell. You must have shaved today.” She didn’t wait for an answer, her tongue sweeping a broad, slow stripe across the skin.

The taste was complex. The shea butter was there, nutty and rich, but it was underpinned by a salty, tangy flavor that was pure Allison. It was bold and unapologetic. “You taste… expensive,” Anita said, her voice a little husky. “And powerful. Like you could conquer the world and smell amazing doing it. Definitely a contender for first place. Sorry, Cathy.”

Allison’s smirk widened. “Told you.”

Jo was next. She looked shy but resolute, lifting her arm slowly. A soft, downy trail of light brown hair dusted her underarm, slightly damp with a nervous perspiration. The scent was delicate—lavender soap, clear and simple, but underneath it was that same fascinating note of anxiety-tinged sweetness Anita had noticed before.

“Oh, Jo,” Anita said softly. Her touch was gentler here, her fingers tracing the soft hair. “It’s so soft. Like a bunny.” She bent her head. The lavender was calming, clean. But when she pressed her lips to the skin and gave a gentle, sucking kiss, the taste that bloomed on her tongue was a surprise. “You taste… clean, but nervous. Like lavender and rainwater. It’s really sweet.” She realized she was being ****, more reverent with Jo, and the blind girl seemed to sense it, her lips curving into a small, grateful smile.

Finally, Anita turned to Suki. The Japanese girl had been watching, her dark eyes huge. She looked utterly debauched, still wrapped in the throw, but she met Anita’s gaze and, with a shy smile, slowly lifted her arm.

The silky, dark hair was still slightly damp from her earlier exertions. The scent that rose from it was no longer just cherry blossom and green tea. It was a potent, musky perfume of pure, unadulterated arousal. It was the scent of what Anita had done to her, and it was the most intoxicating thing she’d smelled all night.

Anita didn’t hesitate. She buried her face in Suki’s armpit, nuzzling into the soft hair, inhaling the deeply personal, erotic aroma. Her tongue delved in, licking through the silky strands, collecting the unique flavor of Suki’s sweat and passion. It was salty, musky, and sweet all at once, a concentrated essence of her climax.

“Touch is… soft and wet,” Anita murmured against her skin, making Suki shiver. “Taste is… you. All of you. It’s incredible.” She pulled back, her own breath quickening. “And the smell… it’s the smell of what just happened. It’s honest.”

Anita sat back on her heels, looking around the circle of expectant, flushed faces. The ratings were a jumble in her head—sweetness, power, mischief, innocence, and raw desire.

“Okay,” she announced. “The verdict.”

She pointed to Cathy. “Now that I've tried everyone, I can tell you're definitely the cleanest, like, by a mile. You win the good girl award. Vanilla cupcake.”

Cathy gave a triumphant little fist pump.

Anita’s gaze swept over the others, a playful smirk on her lips. “But nastiest…” She let the word hang in the air, drawing out the suspense. Her eyes landed on Suki, who blushed a furious, beautiful red. “Nastiest isn’t the right word. It implies something bad.” She shook her head. “It’s not bad. It’s the best one.” She looked at Suki, her voice dropping to a intimate murmur. “Hers is the realest. It’s not clean. It’s alive. It’s the smell and taste of… of this.” She gestured around the room, at all of them. “So, Suki wins. For being the most honest. For being the nastiest in the most perfect way possible.”

Suki’s blush deepened, but the small, proud smile on her face was unmistakable. She’d been rated the ‘nastiest’, and she was glowing with the title.

Jo clapped her hands together softly. “A perfect review. Now, after all these nice compliments, how about we get back to something tasty,” she said, her head proudly raised to the audience. “Are you ready for a kinky new dare?”