Tease her

“Did you pack your rubber ducky?” you ask Stef, giving her bag a little kick. You’re referring to when you were kids, you would take baths together.

Stef just snorts.

“I’m not even back a full day and you want to measure dicks,” she mutters. She’s tense and grumpy. You can tell that she’s glad to see you, but you don’t understand what’s wrong. You wish that she’d tell you.

“OK,” you say, standing up with a shrug. “You can just wait here. But this comes with me.” You take the half-pint of whiskey out of your dresser and shake it at her.

As expected, she can’t resist that. She blushes as she gets into the bath with you a few minutes later, and you don’t know why. The two of you have always had similar physiques, so it’s not like one of you has a rockin’ bod and the other one doesn’t. You pour in some bubble bath and pass her the whiskey.

“Shave your legs,” you scold her as you share the tub.

“Shut up.” She takes a big drink and hands it back. It’s not much of a plan, but it works. The tension that’s been in the way between you goes away. You tell her about some of your adventures in California, and she tells you a little about what’s been going on around here. Not much, by the sound of it. It helps. You can’t spend a few hours together and have things go back to how they were before as if by magic, but neither of you seems to have changed very much.

There’s one thing that you notice: it doesn’t sound like Stef has had as much fun in Gurlberg as you had in California. She’s not as shy as she used to be, but she’s not the party girl that you are.

After you bathe, you wrap yourself in a towel and hurry back to your room to peep, only to see that the redhead’s curtains are closed again.

“Damn,” you say. “We missed it. I saw her tits last night.”

“Mine aren’t enough for you?” Stef asks, drying herself off.

Hers are nice, but like yours, they’re… modest. “Hers are worth it,” you assure her.

You stay up late. There are a couple of things in Gurlberg now that sound interesting to you. They weren’t interesting when you two were kids, but now you’re both eighteen. Your single bed isn’t really big enough for both of you anymore, but you lie there in the dark anyway.

“Do they do crimes and stuff?” you ask Stef, who is telling you about Free Gurls, a motorcycle gang of gay women who have their home base in Gurlberg.

“I don’t know,” she says. “Everyone likes them. Except for the cops. And everyone at school is always talking about CCL,” Stef goes on.

“The sorority?”

“It’s weird. Some kids think they’re awesome, some don’t. Kind of depends on who their parents are,” Stef tells you.

“What do your parents think?”

“They wouldn’t want me anywhere near CCL. But they do want me to go to college,” she adds with a laugh. “The rumors are crazy. They say that they walk around their house naked and have orgies and stuff. They make you do crazy shit when you join them. I don’t know how much is true.”

“You ever try to find out? Don’t they throw parties all the time?” you ask.

Stef just sighs. That’s a no.

You try not to be disappointed. A part of you hoped that you would come back and reunite with Stef, who would be your ticket into the hottest parties and the one to introduce you to the cutest girls in Gurlberg. It looks like that’s not going to happen. Hell, you are going to have to drag her to parties and introduce her to girls.

Now you think about how she was looking at the redhead today. Why not just talk to her? She has no confidence.

In the morning, you wake up before your alarm goes off for once. For just a second you’re startled to find her next to you, but then you remember last night. Stef is on her side, facing you, sleeping peacefully. She’s wearing nothing except for white panties, and she has furious morning wood. It’s poking out, and… you’re relieved to see that if she’s bigger than you are, it’s not by much.

You are also a little uncomfortable. She looks cute as hell like this, almost naked, sleeping in your bed. You’re having a funny feeling. The sheet moves as your cock swells up. This is just a weird feeling. Stef is your friend. You aren’t used to being turned on by her.

Your alarm beeps, and you try to stop it, but it’s too late. She wakes up and yawns.

“What?” she asks, looking at you.

“Nothing,” you reply, reaching under the bed. You come up with a porn mag and slap it on her face.

“What the fuck?” she asks, taking it off and looking at it.

“Better take care of that,” you say, nodding toward her wood.

“Oh, shit.” She scowls at you. “Don’t be gross.”

“Suit yourself.” You grab a magazine for yourself and kick off the sheets, freeing your shaft. You need to take care of this or you’ll be carrying tension through the whole school day. You don’t need that.

Stef watches with wide eyes as you flick the magazine open and jerk it in a brisk, businesslike way. And she keeps watching.

“You like this?” you ask her, but she just watches. You pause and turn pages to one you like: a picture of a girl in a bikini with the bottoms pulled down to around her knees. The photo shows her tanned skin dusted with sand. You like her sultry facial expression. You speed up, bend your knees, and lift your hips off the bed.

“Mm.” You let out a soft grunt and spurt your load on your tummy, then relax. “OK,” you say. “Now I can get up.” You look over at her. “Just do it, dumbass.”

Blushing hotly, Steff rolls onto her back. You just pulled your cock out, but she lifts her legs and takes her underwear off completely. She’s still holding the magazine, but not looking at it. She’s looking at you, and you realize it’s the sight of you with your cock out and cum gleaming in the morning sunlight that has her attention.

You use your whole hand to stroke your cock, but Stef just uses three fingers, biting her lip as she does it. You weren’t trying to make things awkward. You were trying to make them… not awkward. But now you’re breathlessly holding eye contact with her.

She groans in frustration and flips over suddenly, making the mattress squeak. On all fours, she moans softly and strokes faster. Your eyes travel her naked body, down the curve of her back to her ass, which she’s sticking up in the air.

Stef lets out a little whimper. You realize what’s about to happen and reach out with your hand. You just changed these sheets! Your hand touches the end of her cock and she squeaks loudly, shaking. Your palm is suddenly full of hot, sticky cum. You caught… most of it.

“Ah,” she groans, looking at you accusingly. “What was that?” Her voice comes out weak.

“Sorry,” you say with a laugh. “The sheets.” You look in wonder at the mess in your hand. “Big night, huh?”

She grabs the pillow and smacks you in the face with it.

Your mom knocks on the door. You both jump in surprise.

“You guys OK?” she asks.

“We’re good,” you say in a panic.

You mop up with a T-shirt, and you and Stef don’t look at each other as you get dressed.

That was fun, actually. But you’re thinking about something more fun. The way you see it, there are two party spots worth checking out: the Free Gurls and CCL. And if there’s going to be partying, you and Stef need to be in on it.

Which one should you look into?

Free Gurls? Or CCL?