As soon as Amy sounded the call a gaggle of giggling was heard from the living room. Shortly after the others bundled in, almost tripping over themselves as they made their way to the bed. A mess of hair, arms and boobs landed on me like an atomic bomb, leaving an explosion of laughter, groping and tickling in its wake.
"Okay, seriously though," chuckled Corrine, wiping away tears with one free hand. "So who's going first?"
The bedroom turned almost deathly silent. Amy stood at the side, grinning as though in anticipation of the brawl that was sure to come. The other ladies regarded each other with gazes, occasionally darting from side to side. It was like being trapped at the bottom of a pit of dangerous vipers - albeit four very sexy, dangerous vipers.
"Well, if nobody's going to say anything," Talia suggested, "I'm willing to volunteer myself to go first."
"'Volunteer', she says," Corrine smirked, playfully batting away the hand Talia had gripped around my length. "You've already gone a turn with Ian and the others the last run. This one's mine."
"No, it's my turn!" Elizabeth insisted. "I - I didn't even get to get myself off."
I grunted as three hands started having a grappling fight over my rod. Amy simply shrugged at me, her grin as wide as ever.
"Girls, wait!" Stephanie's voice drew all attention to her, temporarily breaking the fight. "It's Ian's birthday, right? Shouldn't we make this a night to remember?"
"I thought that's what we've been doing so far," remarked Talia.
"I mean - " Pursing her lips together, Stephanie looked like she was trying to fight back a blush. "I was thinking. Why don't we shoot a little film to remember tonight by? After all, that's kinda how everything started, right?"
"Now you're talking." Amy managed to widen her smile by another half-inch. "Some pornographic proof sounds like the perfect way to close the night, don't you think Ian?"
The thought of a Dear Penthouse scenario between me and my friends, etched for posterity into digital evidence, made my lower body twitch.
"But how will that work?" Elizabeth wondered.
"We've already had a few security cameras rigged up around the house since we had Adam," explained Amy, "and there's a couple of spare camcorders we could use. It's not like we're bothered about footage quality anyhow. Costumes aren't going to be a problem either. We could just go for one of those overused 'reality' plotlines to get things going, then edit the footage if need be."
"That's a plan," I replied. "We'll just have to make sure to wipe our escapades off the security footage or your dad will kill me."
"He would, wouldn't he?" Amy's casual remark was met with another round of laughter.
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