Your game friend Ellen

The first thing you did was immediately start looking for one of the other guests you knew, Ellen. She was taller than you at 5'9". A pale, willowy, twenty-something with a dusting of freckles over her pretty face and a spill of fiery red hair that reached the middle of her back when worn down.

You stalked the house for a few minutes looking for Ellen. During game night, Heather and her husband divided their spacious two-story into sections. There was a console room for FPS and fighting tournaments, a billiards and dart room where you just were, badminton and basketball were played in the backyard and driveway respectively and also a board game section in the living room. You figure it's likely you'll find Ellen in the game room.

While you walked about you suddenly had another epiphany. If everyone thought everything you did was completely normal, why not drop some inhibitions? You admit, you ware a bit nervous when you doffed your t-shirt and stood there with it in your hands, but seeing the almost dozen people around you giving you hardly a second glance, you soldiered on. Your shoes and socks were removed and neatly kicked underneath a nearby end table. Still no actual reaction. Then marshaling all of your courage, you unbuttoned your pants and swept them and your boxers off in one hurried motion. With your modest erection bouncing free to meet the world, you looked around shyly, waiting for a scream, exclamation or fist to be directed at you any moment. Nobody so much as flinched. Not even a raised eyebrow.

You neatly tuck away your clothes in the closet, and go on looking for Ellen. You spot her in the board game room, where you expected, wearing a checkered button-down shirt and a pair of jeans, her hair done up in two long pig-tails. She's talking with some friends about which game to play. You have your own ideas of what fun you'd like to have.

You have a thought, and wonder if you have to tell people to do something, or could you make things happen by thinking it. 'Worth a shot.' you figured. 'Ellen notices anything sexual happening around her and finds it exciting, but is otherwise normal.' You decide to see how Ellen reacts.

You approach her with a smile. 'Hi Ellen!'

She takes you in, here eyes widening, a smile blossoming on her face. "Hel-LO, John," she says slightly sing-song. 'I see that you're in a good mood!'

'You could say that,' you say, coming in for a hug. She takes you in a wide embrace, and lets out a peep as you squish her in, letting your hand drift down to her butt.

As you pull away, her blush looks like a sudden sunburn. 'Feeling really frisky today, I see!' She says with a friendly laugh.

'Like what you see?' you ask her straight-up.

Ellen bites her lip, smiling. 'Yeah.'

'Want to touch me?' you ask.

Ellen smiles apologetically. 'I'd like to, but I'm not sure I should. We're friends, and besides, I can't get away with the things you do.'

Hmm, you think. Well, can't we change that up a little bit?

Ellen's hand reaches down to grasp your member, her exposed nipples swaying as she leans down to reach. 'You know me,' Ellen says with an impish smile, 'I always like to lend a hand to my guy friends.'

A guy and a girl walk behind Ellen, and the guy stops to Ellen's left. 'Nice outfit, Ellen,' the guy says.

'Thanks James,' Ellen says, smirking. 'I hope it's getting you hard,' she says, bringing her left hand down to the from of his trousers. She gives it a soft stroke upwards. 'Thought as much!'

'We're headed off to Jack's,' the girl says. 'Do you want to kiss Ellen good-night?' she asks James.

James leans into Ellen for a kiss, as she continues to gently grasp your cock. You see her accept his tongue readily, and he gently grasps a breast as their mouths move against one another. He lets go as they part, and Ellen licks her lips. 'See you 'round, James. See you Lana.'

She looks up to you, smiling again. 'I felt that. You liked it. Would you like to kiss me while I grip your manhood?'

You don't answer, instead pushing her gently to the nearest wall and leaning in to her mouth. She eagerly meets your mouth, and meets your tongue with hers. She gently pumps you as you kiss.

Ellen pulls back with a gasp. She's panting, but she still talks to you with her friendly, matter-of-fact tone that she always does while gaming. 'You've really got my juices running, John, but you know the deal. I might have decided to let my guy friends play with me tonight, and I know that you could literally get away with ****. But if you want me to go the whole slut myself, you're going to have to give me something.'

You're fascinated by this transformation in Ellen. You wished for her to have no sexual inhibitions and for everyone to accept this as normal, but you just thought she'd let down her guard, not go from borderline-tomboy to confident sexual adventuress.