Slumber Party

Katie was sprawled across her pillow pile in her nightshirt and sleep shorts wondering what she should do with the green bottle she’d been given when interrupted by a knock on her door.

As she wasn’t expecting anyone, she checked the peephole. Outside were two women she’d encountered earlier at the ice cream shop, both in cute dresses. Probably coming back from a late dinner. The redhead was looking at her convenience band.

Checking her own, Katie saw that she had apparently forgotten to turn off the game for the night and was “flaming.”

She wasn’t in her most professional attire, but she wasn’t indecent, so she opened up.

“Well, hello again,” Andi said with delight upon seeing the cute young brunette. “Sorry to disturb, you but it seems you’re my match this time.”

They were a beautiful couple, Katie thought. The small Asian woman, with her shy smile and slight body contrasted against the more bombastic and buxom redhead.

She booped bands and the pair made their apologies for interrupting her in her pyjamas. They were about to head off down the hall when Katie, turning back to be again alone in her oversized room, thought to stop them. “Do either of you know how to drink absinthe?”

They stopped and turned. Andi raised her hand, claiming the expertise.

“One of the bartenders gave me half a bottle,” said Kaitie. “I thought he was hitting on me, but he just gave me some sugar lumps and a funny spoon and sent me on my way. Told me it was made by real fairies and I should share it with friends.”

Intrigued, the girlfriends followed. Megan inspected the bottle. “I think he might be messing with you,” she said. “This label says it’s two hundred and fifty proof.”

The blank stares from the more inexperienced girls demanded further explanation. “That means it’s claiming to be more than 100% ****.” She took a whiff. “Whoo, I’d almost believe it, actually. Regardless, there is a ritual to be observed.”

She found glasses and some bottled water in a mini-bar hidden inside a padded coffee table. Katie watched with rapt attention as the water was poured delicately over the sugar to mix into the absinthe below.

Katie received the glass graciously and took a long sip. “Oh, that’s really nice,” she said, and then coughed as the **** vapours caught in her nose. “And strong. Very strong.”

“I want to try it, too,” blurted Sophie. “If that’s okay, Katie?”

“You don’t drink,” replied Andi.

“If I’m going to start,” replied the small woman, “I want it to be drinking absinthe made by fairies in a room full of pillows.”

“It would be my honour to break your sobriety,” said Katie. “Allow me.”

She replicated the procedure Andi had demonstrated flawlessly and passed the glass to Sophie for her approval.

Much like Katie, she was briefly delighted before the strength slammed into her at full ****. She cringed and winced, but bravely returned for another sip.

“Would you like one?” Katie offered Andi.

The three lounged in the snuggle pit, learning to enjoy the impossibly potent liquor laced with fairy magic.

“This room is incredible,” Andi observed. “And a bit ridiculous.”

“They call it Slumber Party Headquarters,” said Katie. “I’m supposed to be in the staff bunkhouse, but Miss Tania said I did such a good job last week that they decided to let stay in a special room for a bit.”

“I wish my slumber parties happened in a place like this,” said Andi.

“I wish I had slumber parties,” said Sophie.

Shock and utter dismay from the others in the room followed.

Sophie explained her high school years: study, violin practice, church, repeat. She was homeschooled and part of an absurdly conservative church. Her only entertainment was reading, and that was carefully curated by her mother.

“I didn’t make any real friends until college,” she said. Then working up the courage to admit something to a relative stranger. “And I spent a lot of time trying not to be gay.”

“So, you’ve never had a sleepover?” Demanded Katie, entirely unaffected by the admission of lesbianism.

Sophie shook her head.

“Never braided hair or painted nails or stayed up too late talking about your crushes?”

Another head shake.

“Never played truth-or-dare?” Katie spoke of this as the greatest travesty of them all.

“Never,” said Sophie.

“That is unacceptable!” Katie glared at Andi for her failure to provide such a critical experience to her lover. “This is officially a slumber party. And we are playing truth-or-dare. Don’t go anywhere, I’m getting some popcorn. It’s a critical component of the experience.”

Sophie blushed with a combination of absinthe starting to soak in, and embarrassed excitement at having a missed experience of her youth.

Andi more than flushed. She’d get to pick ‘dare’ and have both of these women tell her to do things, to submit to their whims. More than that, she could sense how much Katie loved the game, the thrill of being dared, having her limits pushed.

“Okay, I called the game, so it’s only right that I go first,” said Katie. They were sat in a circle, surrounded by pillows and blankets. “I’ll pick truth, because I just sat down and I want to eat some of this popcorn.”

Sophie was at a loss, so Andi offered something to get a read on the girl. “What’s the wildest dare you’ve ever done in one of these?”

Katie pondered for a bit, implying a catalogue she needed to organize. “Either streaking across a golf course or spending a round with a vibrator in my panties. The second one is only wild because someone else’s dare took too long, and I came in front of everyone.”

Sophie put her hands over her face in shock, and Andi saluted the girl with her glass.

“I suppose I’m up,” said Andi. “I guess I’ll go with truth as well,”

Katie hopped in with out a second thought, “What’s the kinkiest thing you’ve done?”

Andi blanched and looked to Sophie. “Sweetie, you know how much I care about you, and that I did some wild stuff with other people and that doesn’t change how much I love being with you, right.”

“I know,” said Sophie.

Andi took a long draw on her glass for courage and said “An old girlfriend wanted to watch me get spit roasted.”

Katie’s reaction was instant and included delighted profanities. Sophie’s was delayed, as it required them to explain what “spit roasting” was. With some considered thought, she said “I’d kind of like to see that too.”

She was as surprised at the others at what had come out of her mouth.

When the joyful uproar had died down, she meekly muttered “Truth,” fearful of what might be asked. Afraid more that she’d be exposed as boring and inexperienced and boring rather than hot and kinky like the other two.

Katie seemed to have a read on the sheltered girl, and asked instead something she seemed to be wrestling with, herself. “Do you think I’m hot?” before Sophie had a chance to answer she babbled more to the question. “I don’t mean cute. Everyone tells me how cute I am. I mean, like, sexy.”

“Oh my goodness yes,” said Sophie earnestly. The notion that this girl might doubt her own beauty was offensive to her. “You are absolutely stunning. I would die for a figure like yours and your smile could launch an army.”

“You’re a wet dream with a ponytail,” added Andi, even though it wasn’t her turn. “And I’ve spent a career trying to get my butt to look like yours.”

Katie positively glowed with the affirmation. “Truth,” she said, again.

“What’s your favourite position,” Asked Andi after a brief consultation with Sophie.

“I wish I knew,” replied Katie. “A couple of blowjobs and a brief stint with a disappointing boyfriend have not provided a wealth of good experiences. College boys, am I right?”

“I thought we meant positions at the resort,” said Sophie, blushing. “She’s been doing all the different jobs.”

“Dare,” said Andi to help keep her and Katie from laughing for too long.

This time Katie conferred with Sophie for a time, coaching her through the traditional practices of this time-honoured tradition. “Show us how flexible you are,”

Andi was briefly rattled, remembering the excesses in gym. For them though, to perform for their entertainment and arousal, she could push herself just a little. She climbed from the pit and found a place on the soft carpeted floor to perform. She slid slowly into the splits, forcing her skirt to ride up. Once fully splayed, she rocked her hips, sensually grinding her pussy against the floor. Then she rolled back and crossed her ankles behind her head. She revelled in being in such a submissive position for the two of them.

She stretched just a little farther and tapped the very tip of her tongue against where her clit would be, were it not covered by her panties

“Holy crap!” squealed Katie. “Can you go down on yourself?”

“Not quite,” lied Andi. She could have gone farther, but she wasn’t sure she should without medical advice. “Sophie, you’re up.”

She wrestled for a while, but eventually decided she wanted the full experience, so said “Dare.”

“Kiss me,” said Andi. “Properly.” She unlatched her ankles from behind her head and sat on her knees, hands behind her back, chin tilted up, waiting.

Katie was unimpressed by the demand. Girlfriends kissing each other wasn’t proper truth-or-dare fodder. Andi knew better. Kissing in front of someone else, really kissing, that was a bridge Sophie hadn’t yet crossed.

She wrestled with herself, then took a big swig of absinthe as the others had for courage. A minute later, once she’d recovered, she straddled her girlfriend’s lap. Then, nervously, watching their observer more than her lover, she kissed. First tentatively, then as Katie seemed unmoved by the display, with more passion, and finally hunger.

Emboldened by the game and the absinthe, she pushed her tongue into Andi’s mouth didn’t break contact until she was breathing heavy.

“Hot,” said Katie. “But not very daring.”

“Maybe not for you,” replied Andi, looking into the eyes of her girlfriend, proud of the size of steps the woman was taking.

Katie shrugged. “Dare,” she said.

Andi was ready. “Take off your shorts,” she said, testing the threshold of what this girl was ready for.

Katie returned a look that said, “child’s play.” She stood and demurely slid her cotton short down from under her oversized t-shirt and kicked them aside without exposing anything improper. She sat down among her pillows all ladylike and smug.

A challenge had clearly been leveled. Andi took it up. “Dare.”

“Prove whether the curtains match the drapes.”

“If you’re wondering if I’m a natural redhead, yes, I am,” confirmed Andi, hiking her minidress up over her hips so her thong was exposed. “But given the bikinis I’m wearing on this trip, the curtains have been removed.”

She slowly, pushed down the waist of her panties to expose a clean smooth mons. She stopped just shy of exposing any slit.

Sophie’s turn, fearful of the escalating game of nudity chicken, chose truth.

Katie was experienced in the art of truth-or-dare, and recognized when things were going too far for a nervous member. She offered something Sophie could say as much or as little as she wanted about. “What sexy thing do you most want to try.”

Sophie was overwhelmed by images of sex: filthy and nasty, gentle and tender, rough and brutal, loving and soft. “I don’t know,” she sputtered, unable to put into words all that she wanted.

Before she could be mocked for being evasive, she corrected herself. “All of it, I think.” Her decades of repression fought against her speaking the truth but was losing the fight. Her genuine desires were bolstered by her transformation and absinthe. “I want to go down on a girl, and spank a butt, and get tied up, and use a strap-on, and a million other things I don’t even know people do.”

That was the kind of answer Katie delighted in, the real joy of the game, pushing people to their limits to the point they discover something new about themselves. However something shocked her in the list. “Wait, aren’t you girlfriends. You haven’t eaten her out?”

“Not yet,” Sophie said meekly.

“I’m a patient woman,” comforted Andi. “And you’re stalling, Katie.”

“Dare,” she said firmly, not to be intimidated by her elders.

“Let Sophie spank you.”

Katie gave an approving nod. This was how the game was meant to be played.

Sophie on the other hand flushed and nearly had a panic attack. That state was not improved by the girl standing in front of her and sliding her t-shirt up over her bare ass.

She did it in such a way as to keep Andi from seeing anything, maintaining her stance of smug superiority on the battle of dares.

“How is it,” Andi asked. “As good as it looks when wrapped?”

“It’s perfect,” muttered Sophie. She gazed at it as if having a religious experience before the altar of ivory cheeks.

Katie squirmed with the warm glow that filled her under the praise.

Lost in the moment, words tumbled from Sophie’s mouth. “I want to see my handprint on it.”

“That’s it, girl,” encouraged Katie. “This is a dare, make it count.”

Sophie stood and pulled her hand back, fighting with her instinct against hurting anyone.

“Do it do it do it.” Katie gritted her teeth in anticipation.

The neighbour surely heard the slap.

“Shiiiiiit, fuck, fuck, fuck.” Katie squirmed and rubbed her ass.

“I’m sorry. I’ve never spanked anyone before. Are you okay?”

“That was awesome. I didn’t think you had it in you!” Katie laughed with delight through the sting. How does it look?”

The red handprint was fast appearing. “Just like I imagined it. Thank you.”

“Proud to be your first,” Katie replied. “Andi? You’re up.”

“Dare, of course.”

“Then I’d like some ****, if it’s okay with you, Sophie. Let her spank you, too.”

Fuck yes, that’s what Andi wanted, but she would play no coy games with hiding herself from Katie. She wanted that girl to know she’d do anything she asked.

She got on her knees and pulled her dress up. She pushed her toned ass skyward, thong falling deep between her sculpted cheeks, and pressed her ample chest down into the floor. She said, “Don’t you dare go easy on me,” locked eyes with Katie, and braced for impact.

That impact was an honest replication of the earlier smack, but the reaction was miles apart. “Mmmm, fuck.” she bit her lip and writhed as the shock rippled through her and the sting blossomed into heat on her ass. “You’re good at that.”

Sophie almost said dare, but expected a similar handprint, or possibly two, appearing on her rear. She wasn’t quite ready for that, so she squeaked out a nervous “Truth.”

“Okay, honest question,” said Katie. “You’re tits look incredible in that dress, but it doesn’t have any structure, what are you wearing under it?”

It might have been an honest question, but one crafted by an expert. Sophie could have just described the lace strapless bustier that had pushed up her modest breasts to form beautifully sculpted mounds, but she’s just seen, and slapped Katie’s bare ass. That would have been a weak showing in comparison.

She slid the straps of her gown off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. She stood, awkwardly, trying not to cover herself before the relative stranger.

A stranger who worked very hard to respect the bravery of that action by focusing not on the slight and slender beauty before her, but the quality of the undergarments. “Those are gorgeous!”

Sophie wrapped her arms around a pillow, but did not replace her dress. An action which Andi noted and raised a glass to Katie for eliciting.

Katie took the gesture and finished her drink. While crafting another round, she chose Truth so as to not rush the process.

“Tell us about the best head you’ve ever gotten,” said Andi.

“Only in my dreams,” Katie sneered, “College boys, remember. And closest I got with my girls was some heavy petting. Ask something better.”

“Okay then,” Andi said, rising to the challenge. “Which of the two of us would you rather have go down on you?”

The girl stammered and spilled some absinthe. She had found Katie’s line and pushed her over it. She drank a bit to stall as she blinked between the two as she discovered a genuine want, and an impossible choice. “Well, um, I, ah,”

“It’s okay if you don’t want to answer,” comforted Sophie. “We can come up with a question you’re more comfortable with.”

Whether she knew it or not, that was a gauntlet thrown. Katie would not accept a lesser challenge than the one given. “It would be hard to choose. You’re both really pretty. Andi’s more experienced and I’m curious what she would do to me. But I think it’s kind of nice to share firsts with someone, too. So I guess I’d pick Sophie.”

“That’s kind of sweet,” said Sophie.

“Shame you’ll never know what I’d do to you, then” Andi winked and finished off the last of her drink to make way for the next. “Dare.”

“Slam your drink,” said Katie handing her the new glass.

Andi scowled. They’d spent nearly an hour sipping through the first one and she could feel its effects, even so. “Double dare,” she countered.

The two looked at each other, a battle of wills. Katie, unwilling to back down on a challenge, tried to extend it. “Tripple…”

Andi cut her off. “Absolutely not. This is Sophie’s first time drinking and I don’t think any of us want it to end with her singing to the porcelain god.”

There was an audible sound of relief from Sophie, who was more than tipsy after one.

The two braced for impact and poured the drink back. It was at first lovely and smooth, and then rebounded with the full **** of a freight train. “Jesus fuck that’s strong,”

Feeling somewhat patronized by being told not to participate in the drinking, Sophie asked for a dare with newfound resolve.

“Order us a chaser from room service,” suggested Andi, still reeling from the drink.

Sophie was unimpressed by the challenge, but Katie understood the age old tradition and added on “And you have to stay in your underwear to receive it.”

The two bumped fists in agreement while Sophie grappled with her insecurities.

Five minutes later, she had to grapple with them again as she stood with her hand on the door handle, wearing nothing but a set of lacy underthings. With encouragement from her increasingly drunk comrades, she pulled it open to show herself plainly to the staff member, fighting every instinct not to cover herself.

She was a young island woman balancing a tray with chips and pina coladas. At first a look of surprise, then appraisal, followed by sultry approval. She then looked beyond to see Katie, and gave her a gesture as if to say, “well done.”

Sophie was surprised to find herself giddy with the naughtiness and adrenaline of the risk. She was starting to understand the appeal of the game.

Milder beverages acquired, and snacks enjoyed, play resumed.

“Dare!” demanded Katie. The full weight of absinthe soaking in.

“Make out with Sophie,” shouted Andi, much in the same state.

“Fuck yeah,” replied Katie.

“What?” said Sophie. “No, that would be cheating.”

Andi scoffed. “No it isn’t. Cheating is when you sneak around and lie. I’m right here, and I made her do it. Besides, I refuse to be the only girl you’ve ever kissed. How will you know how much better I am than everyone else if you’ve never tried.”

Lost in the complexities of that argument, Sophie barely noticed the approach of Katie until a hand was on her chest, pushing her back to lie against a pile of pillows.

Katie straddled Sophie and braced her elbows on either side of her head, then dove in with a kiss. She was eager and a little sloppy. Her tongue, impatient to find a dance partner, pressed between Sophie’s lips and wriggled against her teeth until allowed access.

At first the smaller woman was frozen in shock, but with gentle encouraging words from Andi, and demanding lips from Katie, she eased into the experience. First with her mouth, then the rest of her body following. Bare toes curled on dainty feet. Thighs rubbed against thighs. Hands began to wander.

Sophie found that perfect ass, caressing and squeezing, appreciating the subtle differences between the slight suppleness of this one and the sculpted firmness of the one she was used to holding. Her fingers slid over hips and tummy, though dared not breach the threshold of the breasts.

They were both rocking their hips, instinctively searching for something to grind their need against before Katie broke it off.

“Phew, any more and I wouldn’t be able to stop,” she said.

Andi did not answer. She was trying to mask her own arousal. Being sidelined, **** to watch while cuckolded by those two was the hottest thing she’d done in as long as she could remember. Keeping herself from masturbating at the sight had been a struggle, and the denial of the physical pleasure only increased the pleasure in the submissive shame. All she could safely say was “dare.”

Katie was about to say something, when Sophie jumped in. “Let us pinch your nipples!” It had just fallen out of her mouth. Arousal and liquor let it slip by without a thought.

Perhaps too eagerly, Andi shucked her minidress and pressed her chest out, presenting her big, freckled breasts proudly for punishment.

A girl kneeling to either side of her, a finger and thumb from each gripping her already stiff nipples, she was in heaven.

“Just tap out when it gets too much,” challenged Katie, and began to squeeze.

She squirmed and twitched as the pressure increased, shooting intoxicating bolts of pleasure and pain. Whimpering and panting as the two girls pulled and tweaked, she clenched her fists and **** her hands to stay still, to endure, to submit.

The pain reached a crescendo as the two squeezed and pulled with all their strength, and along with it an orgasm like she’d never experienced. Her body shuddered as she croaked out her release, and then fell limply backwards, yanking her tits free of the ****.

She very weakly tapped out her submission on the pillow next to her.

Katie +5 pts make another contestant come.

“I didn’t know,” she babbled. “Fuck, I didn’t know it could feel that good. God, I’ll be sore tomorrow, but fucking worth it. Sophie, it’s your turn, right?”

“Yes…” She was nervous what was in store for her.

Without waiting for a choice, Andi dared her to do something she knew they all wanted but wouldn’t say. Something Sophie was **** for, but too repressed to try. Something Katie had always dreamed a game of truth-or-dare would escalate into. “Eat that girl’s pussy.”

The two younger women sat locked in each other’s gaze for a moment, both asking silently if this was actually happening. The slightest of nods from each gave permission.

Andi pulled Katie back to lie on her, head resting between her breasts. “Tap out if it gets too much,” she teased, then reached down and pulled her legs back and apart. To be used as this girl’s furniture while she got off was somehow almost as satisfying as getting fucked, herself.

Both nearly creamed themselves watching Sophie crawl, catlike, in her lace underthings toward the dripping prize. She was entranced by its beauty, enthralled by its aroma, and guided to her target by a narrow brown landing strip.

Katie gasped and swore as the first tentative lick slid gently over her needy sex. “Fuck, that feels nice.”

“She tastes good,” Sophie said in both surprise and delight. She dove back in eagerly for more while Katie rode the wave of pleasure from that strange praise.

The licks became more inquisitive, experimental, and adventurous: swirling, sucking, flicking. “You let her know what feels good, Andi murmured into Katie’s ear.”

“That!” Katie said suddenly. “Oh, please that.” She was reacting to fingers teasing around her entrance. She rolled her hips, trying to get those fingers inside her, but she was bound by Andi’s embrace.

Katie’s head was thrown back in pleasure so she could not enjoy it, but Andi was treated look of lustful villainy painted across her lover’s face. The look of delight in teasing, in the sadistic pleasure of holding someone at the edge of ecstasy.

God, she loved that woman.

Finally, she relented. Sliding two of those strong, skilled, violinist fingers deep inside, she began to pull Katie towards climax. At first gentle and experimental, and Katie writhed in the various pleasures they delivered, until they hit home and Katie pleaded “oh yes, there, more, pleas, please.”

Sophie quickly found a rhythm which Katie rode higher and higher. Between the swirling ravenous tongue and the talented fingers, she was panting and letting out adorable squeaks, the song of her approaching orgasm.

Instinctively, Andi knew what the girl wanted. “Are you going to come for us?” she asked, lips brushing against her ear.”

“Uh huh.”

“Good girl,” Andi said, and Katie exploded.

A glow like the summer sun filled her. She emptied her lungs in a long blissful cry, her whole body stiffening, toes curling, nails digging into her pillow’s thighs, and then fell blissfully limp.

Sophie crawled up her body until their noses were touching, the smell of Katie’s sex all over her face. “Did I do okay.”

Rather than a coherent response, Katie threw her arms and legs around Sophie and pulled her tight against her.

The girlfriends laughed as the younger girl hugged Sophie like a giant stuffed animal.

“Can we keep her?” asked Sophie.

“Well a pet is a very big responsibility,” joked Andi, wrapping her arms around the two women laying against her.

“No talking,” Katie grumbled in her sleepy afterglow. “Only snuggles.”

Sophie +5 pts make another contestant come.