Slumber parties

Back in high school, you and Emily would have slumber parties nearly every weekend. Sometimes some of the other girls from around the neighbourhood would join you, but most of the time, it was just the two of you. There are a lot of fond memories of those nights, cuddling together in Emily's bed or yours, building pillow forts and playing board games.

Those nights changed a little when you got to middle school. At first it was just practicing with makeup, stealing it from your mothers or from your older sister Kiera's stash and painting it on each other's faces like amateurs. They changed even more around high school, when you started discussing in explicit details the guys that each of you had made out with, and then by junior year, the guys you'd slept with. Instead of playing board games, you messed with guys on ChatRoulette that wanted to see your tits, sometimes even going through with it. You started stealing liquor or beers from the cabinet in your parents' kitchens, and even occasionally sharing a shitty joint you bought off of one of the stoners in the high school cafeteria. You had never done anything to one another, though. There had been a little part of you that always wanted it, but until last night's realization, you never understood why. Suddenly it seems like years of wasted opportunities.

Something about those nights calls to you as you sit facing Rainie. "What about sleepovers?" you say. "Anything like that?"

Rainie grins. "There are some fun stories about slumber parties," she says. "I can't deal with the sorority house all the time. I don't study much, but still, I need some time to myself. The sisters that live there are basically with each other twenty-four-seven. But it's nice to hang out there, and my sisters that live there let me stay the night whenever I want."

"How many people live in the sorority house?" you ask.

"It depends on the year," she says. "This year there's around eleven. Ten sisters and the den mother."

"And..." You're not quite sure how to phrase the question. "What sort of things happen during the sleepovers?"

Rainie's face twists into a grin. "There's a lot of drinking, and a lot of smoking weed. Usually it's just us girls, but sometimes we invite a few guys over from the frats."

You're on the edge of your seat. You feel yourself getting a little wet, even though Rainie hasn't said anything close to scandalous... yet. "Okay," you say quietly.

"When we have some guys over we usually play nice. Most of the time, all of them get laid, but sometimes they go home empty-handed." She laughs. "Well, not empty-handed. I'm sure they end up jerking themselves off when they get home." The curvy blonde leans back in her seat and starts applying lip gloss to her red lips, looking you in the eye. "But it only really heats up when it's just us girls."

You gulp.

"One time, I was hanging out with my sister Caroline. Caroline had just gotten home from a semester abroad in France, and she was telling me and the other sisters about everything she got up to." Rainie shakes her head, freeing her curls from the loose bun she had put it up into. "They're very... liberal, in France, you know.

"She told us about the classes she took, and all the places she visited. That took maybe about fifteen minutes, and then we started talking about all the people she slept with. Men and women." Rainie's eyes glaze over, looking a little bit like your great-uncle when he talks about the Korean War. "Caroline told us that one night, she hooked up with a guy from a hostel. Most of the people in the hostels stay in rooms with, like, fifteen people in it, but she still wanted to fuck him so they went back to his bunk anyway. Long story short, she tells us that she ended up fucking three different guys and two girls. Some of them at the same time, some of them one after another.

"Well that got us all worked up," Rainie says. "Especially since she gave us all the intimate details. Most of us were just in a t-shirt and panties, and I swear, I could see wet spots on every pair in that room. Mine were practically soaked through."

You feel fortunate that Rainie can't see over the table, or else she might see the wet spot that you've left on your chair.

"After Caroline's story was done, we gathered up all of our vibrators and sex toys. Caroline had actually brought back a nice big strap-on she had bought during a day trip to Berlin, so she was basically the belle of the ball. At one point, I had her fucking my ass while my little used her vibrating dildo on my pussy. I was eating out another sister, who had my big sitting on her face." Rainie smiles, looking you in the eye. "It was... magical."

"Fuck," you gasp. You have to try to resist the urge to touch yourself.

"It got better when the den mother found us," she continues. "We thought she might be mad when she found us, but I was the one who had the honor of going down on her that night."

The thought of Rainie between the legs of an older woman. Simply put, you can't handle it. You feel like you're in shock. You're struck into silence. You know Rainie got with a lot of guys, but... you never would have guessed she had it in her to be a part of an orgy with a half-dozen other women.

Rainie's foot is rubbing against yours under the table. "Why?" she asks demurely. "Did you want to hear the story for the same reasons the Tinder guys do?"