Cathy starts her story.

Allison was already sitting down, having just finished her story. There were silly smiles here and there as the girls looked at each other's faces after hearing Allison's story of her first earth-shaking orgasm humping the corner of a vibrating bed.

Samantha whispered to her redheaded twin Erica, "It's going to be hard to resist asking if she has any quarters left."

"Be brave, Sam," Erica whispered back to her bolder sister. "We must set a good example."

Jo couldn't see the other girls' expressions, but she could hear from the little noises they made that Anita and Allison's stories had excited them. There were squeaks and brushing noises as they shifted in their seats. Sam and Eric seemed to be making little humming and tongue and lip clicking noises, and the sharp little in-breaths they made sounded like they were holding back giggles. Allison was breathing quickly, perhaps anxious from telling her sexual history to a room full of tipsy girls. She was seated on the couch two places left of Jo, having exchanged places with Cathy when she sat back down. Suki seemed to have a little catch in her breath, as if she were anxiously holding something back. Just left of Jo, Cathy's breath was fast, deep, and a little uneven. Jo could feel the warmth of Cathy's arm next to her. Cathy shifted her butt on the couch every minute or two. Jo smiled more broadly. The American girl was going to be in someone's arms tonight, she was sure. Jo ran her tongue around her lips, savoring the last drops of the fruity spiked punch.

Anita said, "Thank you, Allison. Who's next?" She scanned the room. Cathy, Suki, Sam, Eric, Jo...

Cathy looked at the girls a little uncertainly and cleared her throat. She started, "I wanted to ask if..." Everyone looked at her. She blushed and said. "Not yet."

Jo gave a throaty laugh. She put her hand on Cathy's arm and squeezed gently. "Why don't you go ahead, dear. Our secrets are much wilder than yours, I'm sure, and you'll feel better to just get it off your chest."

Sam and Eric giggled hysterically.

"Oh, go on, you two!" Jo scolded. "I wasn't talking about what's under her cashmere sweater." She squeezed Cathy's arm again. "Do you need to go to the loo first?"

"Go where?" Cathy asked.

"The toilet," said Jo. "You were shifting around a little, and I didn't want you to be uncomfortable."

"Um, no," Cathy said. "I'm okay."

The blonde American stood up and brushed imaginary lint off her camel-colored wool slacks. Now that Sam and Eric had giggled about Jo's accidental double entendre, Cathy realized her soft, thin sweater really did show off her big chest. She hadn't given it a second thought before coming down to meet the other girls. Cathy glanced uneasily at Samantha and Erica, but they seemed to be smiling politely at her face rather than the front of her sweater.

Cathy cleared her throat and started, "This is actually kind of a boyfriend question. Well, it's like one of those personal kinda things Anita wanted, too. My boyfriend at college...I guess we've kind of let things go now that I'm here...he was asking me something a little unusual and I'm wondering if anyone else has had this happen to them, and kind of how to respond to it."

"Go on," said Anita.

"My man's had me do some crazy things," said Allison.

"Like what?" asked one of the twins.

"Nah!," the black British girl replied. "I can see you laughing at me already. You could hardly hold it in last time."

"So..." Cathy said. When she had their attention, she continued "He asked me..."