A sleepover with gossip on the side

"Dude, we need to test out your wishing powers," Mark whispered in the hallway during recess, spooning John and talking over his shoulder at you while casually caressing John's ribs. Not quite up at the nipples, which would be inappropriate conduct.

"Totally," John agreed, leaning his cheeks gently against Mark's while his hands were working his phone. Those two were hooking up now and then, so this wasn't uncommon behavior.

Hell, you've hooked up with them now and then for some nipple play, but you never really got comfortable with the dick eating. Sure, it tastes sweet, but it never really had done anything for you when giving or receiving. Your two inch lube hose wasn't what got you multiple orgasms. Neither was it for Mark and John, but they were more open to it. You've tried it and found it meh compared to what you got now.

Well... didn't you get these nipples an hour ago or so? Seems you've got memories of a past you haven't personally experienced. That's a weird feeling. You try to remember what movie about time travel had some quantum theory in its name when john poked you out of your distraction.

"Oh, sorry, just caught in some thoughts... Sure? So anyone has a place for themselves tonight?" You say after pretending you were resisting the suggestion for a few moments. "And who are we inviting?"

"My parents are on vacation, so I can volunteer a house. We shouldn't be too many, but we should probably invite Brett," John suggested

"But he has a boyfriend," Mark whined with a deep voice on the boy part of boyfriend.

"Dan's just a fling, bros before Bros," John replied with a deep voice on the second 'Bros.' "Besides, Dan has a crush on Luke, so he shouldn't be too hard to convince."

"What? a crush on me?" you ask with a blush. Fuck, maybe that's true? He never dared to ask to do some nipple play together, maybe he was afraid you'd shoot him down? Sure, you keep saying you want a real girlfriend, but you know... if someone loves you and they're cute... you probably could get together with them for tax purposes, right?

"Sure, you know he likes pretending he loves filling his ass, but he still can only get off with his nipples," John explained, ever the matchmaker.

"Fine, Brett can come," you say with a hint of cringe. "But don't tell him you told me he has a crush on me. That's going to be awkward!"

"Never!" Mark lied to your face with a fat smile. You flare your teeth at the minx and poke his chest, almost hitting his own piercings and causing him to gasp with pretend betrayal.

"You tried to pinch my nip, you tease. You know the guys get sweaty if I start soiling my panties during math class," Mark harrumphed.

"Then you'd have to do as Luke and jerk off during lunch, or wear a bra," John sighed and lifted Mark up in a piggy back, causing him to squeal and giggle as he spun him around for a round before letting him go.

"Bras are for girls," Mark stated and adjusted her trousers and t-shirt. His nipples were poking through a bit more now, so he'd needed to keep his chest off John's back now before he began leaking. "I don't have tits for that sort of stuff. Also, bras are expensive!"

You all laughed at that and went to class. Since math was a class you liked, you pretty much forgot about your wishing powers until class was over and you got into John's car and drove to his place. You had planned to go home and change your outfit, but you realized that was redundant now.